I'm sick of this bloody mess
Always cutting myself on the pieces
of the life I had before
Wishing you'd never slept in my bed
That I'd never let you in the door
Now you haunt my head
I'm sick of always feeling torn
Between a bitter past and no glimpse of a future
Wishing I'd been more careful with my battles
I know failures all too well
and I've never seen heaven
but I've certainly done my time in hell
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