| Slipping deeper into myself, slowly trickling like my health.
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| I know that one day I’ll break
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| Left home for few days time, tried my hard to fix my mind but all that I could
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| do was lay awake
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| But maybe its the weather or maybe it my selfish tendencies
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| Its something about me right now, it just doesn’t feel like who I used to be
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| So I’m sorry to my family, I’m sorry to my friends, I’m sorry to the people
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| whom I can’t make amends
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| Sorry for my past mistakes, I’m sorry for this curse, sorry that I’m never
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| getting better and always getting worse
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| I feel so God damn trapped, stuck here on a sinking raft
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| Dreaming of the day it de-inflates
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| Death feels like an open door and less like a metaphor
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| That I use poetry to reinstate
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| And maybe it’s the medicine or maybe it’s the stupid fucking songs
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| But something always makes me feel, like I’ve been doing everything wrong
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| And if this reads like a suicide note
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| Then I guess it’s some good practice after all
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| 'Cause I said some six years ago
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| That I would rather die than grow and fall
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| So I’m sorry to my family, I’m sorry to my friends,
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| I’m sorry to the people with whom I can’t make amends
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| I’m sorry for my past mistakes, I’m sorry for this curse
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| I’m sorry that I’m never getting better
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| And always getting worse |