Full Circle

I'm tearing apart at the seams Still tryna 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 the cycle comes full circle The 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 the cycle comes full circle The 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 tip toe 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 would rain down And cause me to slip back into my apathy But I know eventually I'm gonna come around And maybe it won't be easy, but it'll be worth it, and the results'll be profound Because instead of feeling cornered, the corners of my mouth will start to point up Instead of being anchored down