Hey, its me again.
I wrote you guys a poem.
>You are my Star, you are my Sky
>You are the apple of my eye
>And every night, I sit and cry
>While letting out a somber sigh
>And all the merch, that I may buy
>To fill the whole within, I try
>A fleeting high, that leaves a guy
>Hollow inside, ready to die
>Its all a joke, the end is nigh
>So I sit here, deep in my rye
>Until one day, I'll go and tie
>A noose of rope, and say goodbye