After we went our separate ways
I told myself I wouldn't let this be the end of me
Yet here I am, trying to keep myself together
As my bones begin to crack carrying the weight left by your absence
"Things get better"
At least that's what they say
If that were true, how comes I'm still such a broken f*cking mess?
Maybe I'm just weak
Not strong enough to see this through
For every step I take towards stability, I take another ten steps back
I've regressed to the way I was before
Constant fluctuation between euphoria and belittlement
I thought I'd finally reached the shore, but I've been taken back by the waves
Perhaps I should just accept that I'm too far gone