funerals for the living II

i'm so tired of dying over and over just to get up again, to die again.

i don't know if i can do it anymore.

love is beginning to hurt more than it should and i don't want to give up, i really don't, but i've died so many times i can't recognize my face when i see it in passing. 

the stranger that stares at me from the bathroom mirror doesn't smile like he used to.