Sometimes I walk out at night,
I look at my bare hands and what they've done in the past.
I just can't get a hold of myself
and I blame life, because it's going too fast.
It seems I can't keep up with every fault that I make
and all the people that I've lost because of this in the past.
These mistakes keep clinging onto me
but I keep hoping : "This one might be the last."
But some things just never changeso I'll remain the same.
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