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There will be a day eventually

Where I will resent myself and all the time I missed

You're sitting rotting in silence

With nothing but a broken guitar

Your love means nothing to me

This ungrateful restless mass of cells

Where a heart should be

I don't know who's fault it is

Or if it was ever there

What pain was worthy of such anhedonia

Some minor realities have hit hard

When I'm sitting rotting in silence

I'll think of you and hate myself for everything I didn't do