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once again it's back to the brink

this time will I swim or will I sink?

can I tread the waters without disturbing

all the monsters I find so unnerving

can I survive without falling back

on habits I've formed to take up the slack

from a mind in turmoil, in constant flux

habits formed which prove the crux

of the problem is still unresolved, and still in play

words I've found are inadequate to relay

enough emotions to stop the pain

enough emotions to help me refrain

from this path of self-destruction

irony proves to be the point of this production

what I've got is what I've lived

break the Circle, prove your worth

make your life your own, live for now

stop dwelling in the past and look to the future (what future)

build something you can be proud of (ha, fat chance)

stand up and be a fucking man (coward)

practice what you preach you fucking hypocrite

clean up your act before you try to instruct others

on how to live their lives, you're floundering and

barely managing to survive, learn to leave well enough alone

stop trying to be the savior, you can't even save yourself

(PATHETIC  WEAK  STUPID  WREAK  FUCK-UP UNSTABLE)