I'm sorry,
I'm fighting myself again,
See this depressions got a hold of me
but I'm trying my best to see the
good in me again
I'm sorry I don't always love in
the ways you need,
There 1s days I can't even be the
person I'm supposed to be,
And I celebrate the little things
like remembering how to breathe,
So Darling please don't take this
personally
I'm sorry I can't pretend I'm fine,
I think I'm losing my mind,
There's all this anger inside,
And my angels are running out of time
Can you help me just breathe again?
Will you tell me I'm fine?
Because I don't know how long
I can keep playing this part,
Tell me when will just having myself
finally be enough?
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Things We Wish We Had Said Or Did.
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