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i can see myself falling apart

falling astray, i'm incorrect in my ways

nothing i do will ever be right

or correct in anyone's eyes except my own

why is it that i can't see anything straight?

i've lost all focus of life

nothing left but a knife, which is slicing slowly through this pain

through these eyes, you'll see that nothing is the same

please let me see what i need to see

i'm turning into all the things i don't want to be

if i learn from my mistakes, by now i'm probably a prodigy

there will be many things i shall accomplish, many i shall regret

i've nothing new to go for, and soon enough i will forget



because this life is nothing more

either control or be controlled

sometimes feel there's someone else behind this soul

or beneath this skin, i'll never know



i'm not the one to change this into what it needs to be

it's you who brought out the worst in me

blackness surrounds us, you know we'll never see

everything has gone wrong in this world



we might think we're changing things for the better but we create our own demise

a rise given to the evil, i never meant it to be like this

but sometimes the wheel turns the wrong way

and you'll know the truth when night turns back into day



because someone's looking out for me today

making sure my darkest mask doesn't fall away

making sure this dead skin still drapes my bones

making sure that i'll forever be left here alone



because i'm not meant for everyone

no reason for me to live outside my means

this cage is enough to keep me from you

and these lies are enough to keep me away from the truth



watch over me

make sure i don't escape

you're always above me

picking me apart, and all my failures

why must i make all these mistakes?

i live my life here for you to take



depression comes in three's

and success comes only once

everyday thriving to make things how they used to be

you'll never walk that path again



i feel as if i am falling apart.

falling astray,

i pale in comparison

all things in life were a false start.

falling apart, an astray selection