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I know that my instructions are not clear
I just want to get the fuck out of here

These cryptic writings I am signing
Taking all my rights away;
I just want to die another day.

I know that my thoughts are unclear
Stuttering and muttering full of fear

Racing thoughts are temporary;
Violent thoughts are secondary
Now they are afraid I will tear

Through this veil of reality
Seeing myself in my duality
Now she sees me through her tears

Sticking needles through my arm
Making sure I do no harm
Is this what my fucking life is?

I know that my words aren't clear
But you should be listening to me here

Losing time is temporary;
Wasting away through group therapy
I've lost days of my life.

Worries turn to years and years
And all I remember are her tears
I just want one more chance.