i think it's a drake lyric or something

my friend asks: what it is like
to know,
to love,
someone who you know you will never be important to.

i tell them: well
what doesn’t
kill you,
just makes you wish you were dead.

my friend says: i don’t think
i can,
i would,
live with something like that.

i say: yes
i know,
but you’d be surprised,
with what you can live with.

—  letters from drake’s ex; haven’t even heard from you, how can you live with yourself?