I’m done trying to keep it together,
I’m done trying to make it fine,
I’ve surrendered to the fate,
That with sorrow I intertwine.
Of any sip of joyfulness,
Henceforth I shall not partake,
I shall satiate my soul,
With unfiltered heartache.
No point in lifting my head,
No point in trying to shine,
Everything comes crashing,
So why bother trying to be fine?