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I'm falling back into old habits,

And I said I'd never be here again.

I'm crying the same recycled tears,

I said I had let go of.

The past is like a shadow, enveloping and lingering,

I try to breathe but I can't see,

Can't even think past the darkness.

I'm grasping at straws that are slipping away,

I've only a few pillars left.

My foundation is quaking,

And my heartbeat is the rhythm,

To which my tears fall.

My heart, it's breaking,

And I can't understand it,

I guess I've been wrong,

Or was I always right?