If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand. Hope you find out what you are; already know what I am. And if it makes you less sad, we’ll start talking again; you can tell me how vile I already know that I am.I’ll grow old, start acting my age. It’ll be a brand new day in a life that you hate. A crown of gold, a heart that’s harder than stone, and it hurts to hold on, but it’s missed when it’s gone. Call me a safe bet, I’m betting I’m not. I’m glad that you can forgive, only hoping as time goes, you can forget.