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I think I'm drunk on limitation

In a frenzy with the few and far in-between

For all I could've done in one week

Ten others could've cured what I had corrupted

I'm guessing how broad my options really are

And I'm staring sort of awkwardly straight ahead

There hasn't been a sign of trick or trance

Conclusions have all pointed to my head

I've journeyed in and out of those sliding doors

Greeted by the blue and ushered out in the end

By now, it's just another thing to give up on

I used to make an appearance once a week

Either to clear the air and to breath freely

Or to complicate what could've been so simple

It seems more appropriate to panic then it does to sleep

But a cat-nap sounds so much more appealing then a breakdown

I'm sturdy as I decline here

But I seem to sway as I make any progress

I wonder if I'd float, letting off all restraint

Being close was a plus to add to all the minus

But I guess everything's a sacrifice to the greater good

I guess what I'm trying to say is

I'm sorry for saying everything wrong and trying too hard

Or maybe not trying hard enough

I'm still as lost as I was when I loathed myself so much more