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I know that my instructions are not clear
I just want to get the fuck out of here

These cryptic writings I am signing
Taking all my rights away;
I just want to die another day.

I know that my thoughts are unclear
Stuttering and muttering full of fear

Racing thoughts are temporary;
Violent thoughts are secondary
Now they are afraid I will kill

I know that my words aren't clear
But you should listen to me here

Through this veil of reality
Seeing myself in my duality
Now she sees me through her tears

Sticking needles through my arm
Making sure I do no harm
Is this what my fucking life is?

Is this my life now?

I've lost hours and days and days and hours
Nothings clear but the scars

Is this my life now?

Losing time is temporary;
Wasting away through group therapy

As worries turn to years and years
And all I remember are her tears
I just want one more chance.

To have a normal life.