"every day reminds me that i still exist
but don't deserve to be here for what i did
maybe things were never supposed to be this good
if that's the case i'm grateful for who you were
because who you were was real
i've adapted to this normal pace
and found comfort in every day
but the pattern that has kept me safe is fading
now i'm crawling through the mess i've made
it stains my clothes with awful shades
that scream that i deserve the fate i've chosen
and all this emotion was wasted
from the depths of the ocean
from the bottom of the sea
i said i'm sorry, i'm sorry.
nothing i can say now
would justify a thing
just know i'm sorry, i'm sorry."
