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It takes a while to explain my thoughts
They get so up in the air, yet never get caught
Just juggled around from hand to hand
People forget I'm just one man.
With everything that's happened in the past
Something's were just never meant to last
But others seemed so damned sure
I'm tripping, I'm falling; again and there's no floor.

When thoughts of suicide dent your pride
You soon find out just what's inside of you.
Is there anything you can do?
Other than take your medication or proceed with meditation.
To block it all out and be saved from mental retardation.
It's a relapse again right at the front of your head.
You can see clearly but only you wish you were dead.
And with this analogy, everything I feel has now been said.