It must be the hundredth time
That I have thought of death.
It must be the hundredth time
The tears can't cease to fall.
It must be the hundredth time
The light inside stops glowing.
It must be the hundredth time
All warmth begins to chill me.
It must be the hundredth time
My heart cried out in pain.
It must be the hundredth time
I feel myself stop feeling.
It must be the hundredth time
Memories come to taunt me.
It must be the hundredth time
That inside I crumble like a cookie.
It must be the hundredth time
That it’s felt like the hundredth time.