I regret my life already.
The fact I never was cut out for it.
I'm reminded every day,
Of how I let my life decay.

I never cared enough,
And yet I cared too much.
Pushed away at every corner.
Even in my own shadow, a foreigner.

How'd I let it get so bad?
Why couldn't I have been saved sooner?
All I wanted was a piece,
But I couldn't stop my increase.
So much pain,
Forced into such a little space,
In such a tiny little way.
It seemed so natural,
And it felt so liberal.

Only now do I see my mistake,
And I see others make the same one.
I cannot say anything to them.
I hope they're saved, as I am.
 
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