Goodbye to Everything.

so i sit and with each breath another,
little ounce of sorrow swells in the core of my being,
every tear that seeps back into my skin, it just adds
and it's really eating away at me.

so i wonder, why couldn't it be me,
why can't we make the great exchange?
if my breath could fill your lungs,
my tears could water your body,
help that beautiful brown hair grow back.

but you're infested, fucking infested.
and theres nothing I, or anyone for that matter can do.
so let's all just pray to the Fucker in the sky,
wasting our time together, investing our sacred time
praying to a Fuck who never thought twice
about slowly taking you away from me.