Headache has become usual thing to feel,
I have only sadness within.
There is no pill,
Which could make me who I've been.
I now feel only bad,
There was disappointment I only had.
But it's not me, who is dead,
It is you, who is always sad.
Forgive me, I already forgot about you,
Now, there are many things I obsessed
with.
So much I've been through,
It is you, who I don't anymore miss.