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Staring at my ceiling, looking close and hard for god,
trying to figure when i derailed, where my life went wrong,
afraid to move my fingers, lost feeling in my feet,
why struggle to break free, when you survive just to take a seat.

The sun always shines, rain occasionally falls,
life isn't so big, when you think low and small,
i'm done trying to figure out when, about time i moved on,
what was it, more than a year ago now? that is far too long.

Opened the letter, tears started to bother,
my problems seem more significant without my navy brother,
promise that i made, i promise it will come true,
the side that stays down in the dumps, is now extinct and through.

Window shopping in the liquor store, which one should i buy?
what's 3 bottles, lets get more, which bottle will force the cry?
which girl will start the tears, which problem will start the mudslide,
check me out in a couple years, i'll heal myself with time and pride.