You’ll excuse me for sounding out of line,
But you don’t know what I’m now going through.
Don’t you dare tell me that all will be fine!
D’you know what it’s like to lose half your will?
D’you know what it’s like to lose half your heart?
I see happy people inhabiting
This megalith home, and it seems as though
I will ne’er get past my own inner strife.
This torment will follow me forever,
And I’ve often thought of taking my life.
Don’t you dare tell me that all will be fine!
Have you ever felt this world’s greatest woe,
Or lost a chunk out of your very core?
D’you know what it’s like to lose half your soul?
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