Once again I’ve been triggered
Every time I think I’m getting fitter

Small things become big things
Brings up memories I don’t want to deal with
Brings up memories I have converted into myths

Fifth time I try to move on
I don’t want to dwell upon it anymore

When I think I’m getting better
I end up writing sick letters

When does it stop
I am really trying my best to stay on top

Can’t seem to find the finish line
I need to align myself
Life line, dead line