Oh, how things can change
From one day to the next.
I'm at an all-time low,
Without the will to
Claw my way back out
From the bottom of this hole.
And who is left holding the shovel?
Trying to figure out,
Just what am I doing?
Another spin around
Another mood swing,
Another slide down.
Making up for mistakes
That I didn't make-
Or did I? But what?!
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