Their congruence
Will never be
Without my happiness

My happiness
Will never be
Without solace

My solace
Will never be
Without solitude

My solitude
Will never be
Without platitude

My platitude
Will never be.
Destitute

The only way for me to survive
Is for myself to commit suicide
The only obstacle being
I am not ready to die
I am not ready for them to cry
I am not ready to decide
I cannot bear with this tear inside

So I will go on
Nothing will change
I will continue pushing this boulder
A constant struggle, estranged
Constantly looking over my shoulder
Wishing I could love and hold "her"

This is how I will spend the remainder of my days