"Saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts Flashbacks waking me up. I get drunk, but it's not enough, 'Cause the morning comes and you're not my baby. I look through the windows of this love, Even though we boarded them up. Chandelier's still flickering here, 'Cause I can't pretend it's ok when it's not. It's death by a thousand cuts."
Taylor Swift

January 1, 1970