People are temporary

People are temporary and when they go away it's scary it's like a part of you dying but half of you is still trying to get back with them, get back to them you're alone in the dark crying And there's nothing left to do but lying to yourself and to others telling lies to the mothers and the brothers and it's such an immoral circle and your hands turn purple it's cold outside but you feel numb. Nothing to fear, nothing to lose you've lost it all, go get some booze get drunk and numb and forget those days where you were happy and could stand straight not now, never again you will feel the same especially not when you have the weight of the world on your brain.