I've been pacing for seven years now Dug myself into a deep dark trench The worst part about it is I've known about it but i couldn't stop I know when things are important but i struggle with the motivation to give a single **** It's not a term i use lightly I want to but it's easier to run But I've backed myself into a corner and given my past a loaded gun Regrets are heavy Placed so delicately on my shoulders day by day But my knees are getting weak It's like getting stabbed over and over again with a dull knife It'll never penetrate but it still hurts right I'm slowly losing this fight It never fails to haunt me Every single night.