I've fucked it all up,
But not enough just yet,
I've still got some suffering to be had, it seems.
I let my guard down,
And gave myself up,
Now all my dreams will just stay dreams.
I'm still trying,
Still fighting,
Still making an ass of myself,
But still crying,
Still dying,
And destroying me and my health.
I sit in a void,
That I created myself,
Isolated from the rest of this life.
I have my hopes,
I have my dreams,
But in the end?
They all dance on the edge of a knife.
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