One day I turned around and had no idea how I got there
I saw my life and although it was mine, ‘pathetic’
Was all that came to mind
My friends are my attack, the one that pushed me off the edge
I try and pull things back, sort of together
And for all my tries, success is just a lack
Come and lift me away, please angel spare my thoughts
Mixing anger, betrayal, frustration and hate
There seems to be an emotion I can’t willingly manipulate
Oh sweet elixir, whether be the juice of Juliet or the sword of Joan
Help me find an escape merit to retreat, one of worth
I have asked for little and now then my sorrow is unearthed
Wrap me up, embrace me and swaddle me like I used to have done
Call me an adult and end the needs of a crazed woman close to break
One day I will be better than this, and then I will bank on this mistake
So now I come to the divine inspiration of how and where to go
How alone must I be before they notice I’ve never really been here
At least it is almost over and the hand that watches the clock is near
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