Iíve been toiling over
This monumental decision
But my mind keeps clouding
My weary hearts vision

When will I learn
To do things right,
How am I able
To keep up this fight

How will I know
Iíve made the right decision
When all I can do
Is fuck up with such precision

I feel trapped in this haze
Of trying to make it all right,
But it feels like a losing battle
The harder I fight

I wish I could escape
This darkness and pain,
The more I try thinking
Makes me feel Iím insane

So the time is at hand
To finally choose
Will it be a shrink or death
That sets me free of these blues
Written by Falsepoet
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