Cliff,

no
not jumping
( for a change )

Richards

reminded me of a song about
a Summer Holiday
which we were going on,

it seems a long time coming.

The comfort of solitude
freedom in loneliness
         more or less

I can’t control these urges
Will I relapse once again?

All it takes is one cut
For my soul to be lost

Blood drips down my leg
Was it worth the pain?

I am two months clean
I plan to keep it that way

There's so much that I have to do
They say **** it up and push on through

Every day is just meaningless
All these pills they just tire me

But I’ll break these chains

Ooh, I won't tolerate

All these nights
I can't fall asleep

Give me back my personality

So set me free
Ooh, set me free

No more running
No more running from me

I’ll keep fighting
I’ll keep fighting
I’ll keep fighting until I’m finally free

Skies are full of stars, dreams
And drones,
Something might happen.

Between existence
And non-existence
There is no room to relax.