*Depreciation*

Depreciation Horrid...

Pills...
Soothing...
Everything to sleep...
In addition to the help they have given me...
Disappear need you in my life!

Please go away!
for making me this damage...
and have suffered enough...

to keep you there?
not letting me sleep?
I like to look bad?
you like me suffer?
mourn to see me?

I guess you know that if I cry...
relationship you have tears!
I despair!

As you out of my life...
Why do not you leave my life...
And make me stop this damage...
That perhaps more time is eternal...
No turning back...

*Play - The Smiths - Please, Please, Please let me get what I want*