But why?

'And I can't stand the pain,
And I can't make it go away,
No, I can't stand the pain.

How could this happen to me?
I've made my mistakes...
Got nowhere to run...
The night goes on as I'm fading away.
I'm sick of this life,
I just wanna scream.
How could this happen to me?'

Antes era assim... uma playlist de músicas dark, a ponta da almofada molhada, um lenço amarrotado ao pé da cama, e no dia seguinte estava tudo bem.