Chives

I'm pessimistic
Nothing is going right
New weight added to my chest before the old weight could subside

For everything it seems that I'm under qualified
Will I see better days
Or am I running out of time?

I'll be alright
I'm sick of being bent but bending's preferable to breaking
But I can't help from feeling like a burnout
Can't get back all the days that I've been wasting

I've been pushed in the deep end of a pool of my regrets
With tungsten cubes tied to my ankles and disdain for getting wet
And I'll try with all my being to stay dry above the neck
Hold on a little longer



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Cabatu
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