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

The courage that my mother had went with her, and is with her still: rock from new england quarried; now granite in a granite hill. the golden brooch my mother wore she left behind for me to wear; i have no thing i treasure more: yet, it is something i could spare. oh, if instead she'd left to me the thing she took into the grave! - that courage like a rock, which she has no more need of, and i have. based on the 2nd stanza, how does the speaker feel about the golden brooch that was passed down from the mother to child? question 2 options: a: the speaker thinks it was a waste of money b: the speaker places a high value on the item c: the speaker never wears the brooch d: the speaker feels it could be easily replaced