Seventy-Nine says what words cannot.
Eighty I imagine it cutting out my heart
Eighty-One the emotion is still killing me
Eighty-Two will this one please be too deep?
Eighty-Three I know it's wrong, but I pray for death
Eight-Four I know I'll somehow pull through
Eight-Five I can't help but think, all these are for you.
Eighty-Six Sadly enough, since then, nine days clean.