Progress not Perfection

Floating towards the bottom
Fighting for the top
I may have been out of line
But I learned how to connect the dots

Carrying the weight of this heavy life
Across my shoulders
Trying to keep balance
Abstain from tipping over

I know where I went
And I know who I was
Didnt have anyone else
But myself to love

And i couldnt even do that right
My pillow would turn its back to me at night
Symbolizing suffocation, no resuscitation
Give in and give up the fight

Second chance, Third Chance
Time to divorce this romance
Lifes about progression
Not about being perfect
Ive dug into my stance

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