I measure my heartbeat as if
I'm an insomniac counting sheep
but now regret opens hazy eyes
and all I see is isolation.
I cannot remember the last time
I've seen outside this room,
My body is so heavy to lift
it's like an elephant sitting
on my chest and each breath I take
is a breath lost.
And each breath I take
is my heart beating just one last time
and each breath I take
is another second that I am alive
but even though my heart keeps beating,
guilt will forever be my demise.
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