I'm sick of this bloody mess

Always cutting myself on the pieces

of the life I had before

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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