Help Inflicted Paroles

Dwelling on what I could’ve done better
A far cry from what I have in the present
To push the envelope and pen my own letter

The thought process is fucking flawed
Its two steps back to go one forward
If I’m a failure
My struggles are yours
Why haven’t I felt this remorse before?

Repent for your sins
Brace for this storm and the ice-cold winds
I don’t know where to begin
Why am I putting myself through this again

I couldn’t see the reasoning;
Existing is better than living
Sinking is better than swimming

Obsessed with my indecision Doesn’t feel scripted
Doesn’t feel finished
Like it hasn’t been written
This shit hinges on the outcome of a counter prescription

Is this what you want
To watch me scrap and claw
Til' I don’t feel
A thing anymore
Anymore

I couldn’t see the reasoning;
Existing is better than living
Sinking is better than swimming