Full Circle - Movements

I’m tearing apart at the seams

Still trying to mend these holes in my jeans

Leaving my skin to stain as I bleed

Give up, disintegrate, secede

Toss and turn in this concrete bed

And in the morning I’ll try again

Pray for something to ease my dread

End up with trembling limbs instead and this feels endless

As if there’s not a solace in the world that can mend this

Everything will repeat in the end it’s not a matter of 'if' it’s 'when'

This has happened before it’ll happen again

It comes in waves and I’m pulled below

It’s not subjective, it’s clinical

Drown myself in the undertow of all my imbalanced chemicals

And this cycle comes full circle

This cycle comes full circle again

So back to the needle and the thread

I’ve had enough of this blood I’ve bled

I wanna breathe life in my lungs again

Clear the fog that fucks my head

Without a struggle there can’t be progress

(Even though the weight is crushing me)

Without a struggle there can’t be progress

(Aim to kill, fight defeat)

'Til it comes around again

It comes in waves and I’m pulled below

It’s not subjective, it’s clinical

Drown myself in the undertow of all my imbalanced chemicals

And this cycle comes full circle

This cycle comes full circle again

'Cause I’ve had days that I swore would be my last

And spent months walking on this broken glass

Just to tiptoe towards the thought that maybe someday I’d get back,

to who I used to be

To what I used to see in the mirror

Instead of this misery

And to rid myself of this cloud that will rain down and cause me to slip back

in to my apathy, but I know eventually

I’m gonna come around and maybe it won’t be easy but it will be worth it and

the results will be profound

Because instead of feeling cornered the corners of my mouth will start to point

up

Instead of being anchored down