Here’s to all the depressed loners like me I live in the dark
When he left, he left a mark

I should’ve known the whole time he was lying
Now i dream up ways of dying

I could pull the trigger or the rope
Honestly, how can i cope

You wouldn’t know what you are to me
I just wish that you could see

If only someone would need it for me
My heart will never be free

Nobody could fill the hole that you left
Now all i am is depressed

If you didn’t love me you should have said something
My love for you was all for nothing

I can never love again
I’ll never be free of this pain

If music be the food of love, play on; give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken, and so die. that strain again! it had a dying fall: o, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound, that breathes upon a bank of violets, stealing and giving odour! now read the excerpt from "the love song of j. alfred prufrock." for i have known them all already, known them all: have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, i have measured out my life with coffee spoons; i know the voices dying with a dying fall beneath the music from a farther room. what does the phrase "dying fall" most likely mean in both excerpts