I know I drink too much
And I say things that I shouldn't much
And I do things that contradict my very existence
I think I've lost touch
With the world, which isn't saying much
With the ones I love, I've had enough
Of the bullshit games and fucking up
I need to take responsibility
But I know I won't
Because this anger and depression
Has rolled itself into a nice, neat, little ball
And taken residence
Inside my heart and inside my head
I'm starting to think that there's nothing I can do about it
Because this anger and depression
Comes and goes as it pleases
I don't know if you exist, but I'm asking you, Jesus
Can you lend me a hand, get this out of my head
I promise to cherish life and stop praying for death
I've used alcohol as a crutch
It's starting to break under the weight, I don't think it'll take much more
Before I end up on the floor, trampled by the anxiety
Of facing my feelings and fears in sobriety
And to make matters worse, I feel that I have been cursed
With the helping hand of the unseen, of the unheard
That's keeping me alive, despite my feelings that I have inside
Of my surroundings and everything that's causing
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