....but that is not enooooough
kill me then revive so i could feel hard pain again
my blood on blanket stinks like it could be pungent cocktail (отсылка на бладборн кто не понял)
im drinking all my liquo-or, on the floor cuz i fell
and you cannot just sa-a-ay what i have ever felt

no. just let me keep rotting like in my bed
i wanna see instead of rolling eyes how u would say "my bad"
you know that someday my pain will get enormous
and then ill shoot myself on purpose