three paces away.

I'm not good at all that much
I can't sing, I can't write, and I know that I'm out of touch
I'm not worth much
That I know
So maybe it's fair that these days and these nights feel so alone

I've got worries, I've got sins
But I know it's not all that bad in the scheme of things
And yet I lay here, half alive
I can't find any willpower I need now to fix this life

I can't tell you why I feel this way
And I can't promise that I will still be here in three days
All it takes is one miscalculation
To lock yourself into the end, to embrace stagnation

I won't lie to you
Oh, I'm not well
I'm three paces away from reserving my place in hell
But it's not anyone's fault
It's what I deserve
For the things that I've thought that I know no one else has heard

If I cry for help, but no one can hear
Does it mean that the feelings I've felt have been insincere?
Is that what I truly fear?

I'm not worth much
That I know
And it's getting harder to find a reason not to go
But I'm not done yet
I'm still here
So I'll stick around just for one more moment to find some cheer