You make me happy yet also cause me grief.
You lift me up yet also let me down.
You make me optimistic but also give me doubt.
You help me celebrate youth but also make me old.
I was doing fine before you came along. I wasn't living then, but I was fine.
You taught me how to live, but sometimes I want to die.
Is it better to die ten times a day than live without living?
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