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I just want to stick my head in a hole, and let it all blow over.

But it just continues...a vicious cycle.  can't defeat it.

Blow after blow after blow...I am so weak.  wobbly.  unstable.

On the verge of breaking down constantly.

just biting my lip.  because hope keeps pushin' on.

I want to say it's the distance, but it's so much more.

I can't win.  and you won't let me.

You can do whatever you want.  whenever.  it's all excused.

and you bitch and groan about what I do, when you do the same.

the exact same.  it's no different.  we're no different.

If I'm crazy, then you're just as fucking crazy.

I can't fucking stand you sometimes.  really.