Each time I slip
Each time I slip I lose a little more
A little more of myself
A little more of my self esteem
A little more of my confidence
A little more of it all
Each time I slip
I fall
Fall for words
Skip around actions
Leave the good things for the bad
But In the end I’m always sad
Each time I slip
I pick myself back up every weekend
Mon-Friday I slowly slip
Each time I slip
I wonder when I’ll slip to death.
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