I haven't made much progress Frustrated with myself and my habitual actions I'll keep breaking my promise I thought this would be gone by now I'll keep breaking my promise I thought I'd be collected by now Take me back, take me back to when all of this made sense I can't find the strength I can't find the courage Who am I? What have I become? What is this person in the mirror I see? Who am I? What am I? What is this? What is life? Persistent clash of actuality spins the state of my mental duality I know I could be better than I was before I know I could be better but I'm not anymore Bury me lower, lower Put me six feet deep Please, dear god