They're my reasons for getting over this,

And it's not much better than

Waking up with your head in your hands

When your arms are tired from supporting you.

It's better in the long run,

But this is the worst day of my life.

I'm giving in.

This can't be much better than dying.

I'm going back to my selfish ways,

I'm giving up what I could forget.

I've tried, came out better the first time.

If this is all you see, then have a drink on me

And look whose laughing now... again.