I'm tearing apart at the seams
Still trying to mend these holes in my jeans
Leaving my skin to stain as I bleed
Give up, disintegrate, secede.
Toss and turn in this concrete bed
And in the morning I'll try again
Pray for something to ease my dread
End up with trembling limbs instead and this feels endless
As if there's not a solace in the world that can mend this
Everything will repeat in the end,
it's not a matter of "if" it's "when" this
It's happened before, it'll happen again
It comes in waves and I'm pulled below
It's not subjective, it's clinical
Drown myself in the undertow of all my imbalanced chemicals
And the cycle comes full circle again
So back to the needle and the thread
I've had enough of this blood I've bled
I want to breathe life in my lungs again
Clear the fog that fucks my head
Without a struggle, there can't be progress
(Even though the weight is crushing me) Without a
struggle, there can't be progress (Aim to kill, fight defeat)
Until it comes around again
It comes in waves and I'm pulled below
It's not subjective, it's clinical
Drown myself in the undertow of all my imbalanced chemicals
And the cycle comes full circle again
Cause I've had days that I swore would be my last
And spent months walking on this broken glass
Just to tip toe towards the thought that maybe someday I'd get back
the one I used to see in the mirror, instead of this misery
And to rid myself of the cloud that would
rain down and cause me to slip back into my apathy
I'm gonna come around and maybe it won't be easy,
but it will be worth it, and the results will be profound
Because instead of feeling cornered,
the corners of my mouth will start to
point up instead of being anchored down
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