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