What kind of life is spent
Running from my problems
And unforgettable mistakes
What kind of time is spent
Paying mental rent
To the things that are keeping me awake
I could spend my time falling apart
Because there's just too much hate
In my heart
And I could spend my time trying to fix everything that I've done wrong
But I'm going to waste my time
Breaking my wrists and writing love songs
I need to shed my own skin
I need to be made new again
Because I am broken
I am hopeless
You are perfect
And I am nothing
I'll call it off
I'll call it good
I've called it anything I could
To avoid facing up to the facts
Change is slipping through the cracks
I'm always slipping through the cracks
But oh I'm letting go
Of the mental cage I'm in
I need to get away from these thoughts
That are dragging me down with them
And I need to be made new again
Because I'm pretty sure there's nothing
Left here that's worth saving
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