It’s a strange feeling when everything slips between your hands
You question every decision taken wondering if it was ever the plan
Misreading signals it seems at every turn
As if the scorching rod was ever primed to burn
You go back to your past and think about your mistakes
Cursing yourself for every time you should forsake
Maybe it’s better, it has to be for a reason
Otherwise you have just committed treason
Being so hard on yourself with so much time to think
Is the worst thing you could want, pushing yourself to the brink
Even alcohol numbs it, but that’s only temporary
It’s not even a solution, just a stupid hail Mary
Take your mind off things, that one fucking thing
That’s feeding away on you like a terrible sin
Change, get help, do something, God
Breathe with your patience, that’s all that you’ve got
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