i'm trying not to notice that i'm running out of chances and that there is a high possibility that i am going to get punished for the sins that i have made
because i am back to square one again
where i left you and i lost all my desire to be happy
and i just quit
didn't want to live
i remember that second i told you that i've lost hope and i don't know whether i still believed in God
i have been trying to get my **** together but i keep going back to the same place i was before
and this misery still tastes as good as i remember
it's still as warm as your comfy old sweater
and i haven't lost my touch at all
i'm still good at this....
being miserable