Pieces

I can't even go out
I forgot my crutch
Stumbling is harder than standing up
Clarity is given
My eyes seem wide open
But staring at the void is more space than the the space in front of me
I'm pushed blindly forward

I don't know what's worst
Being stuck in your head or letting these problems leave me dead
I'll see what comes first
Take another one out the dirt
And wash it down till I feel more like myself again

Therapeutic remedies
Don't get the best of me
It's like someone's in my head trying to get the best of me

All the right pieces
Fall into place



Credits
Writer(s): Martin Zeiler
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