Times like these,
I just want to disappear and not exist
I'm fucking gonna lose it
Not even art can save me from this one
My own self has abandoned this fight
And for the first time, I'm lonely
I feel lonely
I'd kiss the boy who stayed
And make love to him as if it wasn't a mistake
I'd hold his hand even if I was slipping away
And maybe lie to your face,
Telling him, 'I love you again'
But can you hate me?
If I just want to feel something?