It's the guilt of what reality has given me,
Making sense of all mistakes and my stupidity,
When you're sick you seem to think you failed eternally
& that the people you let in are only crumbling
I’m f!cking sick of faking life and this recovery
When my decisions paved the road that lies in front of me
So to the friends that even call that I don’t call back
I hold you deep inside my heart upon a hill
It seems to hide sometimes to run away and wonder
I’m really sick of saying sorry but I will.
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