Текст atlas – worse

Slipping deeper into myself, slowly trickling like my health.
I know that one day I’ll break
Left home for few days time, tried my hard to fix my mind but all that I could do was lay awake
But maybe its the weather or maybe it my selfish tendencies

So I’m sorry to my family, I’m sorry to my friends, I’m sorry to the people whom I can’t make amends
Sorry for my past mistakes, I’m sorry for this curse, sorry that I’m never getting better and always getting worse

I feel so God damn trapped, stuck here on a sinking raft
Dreaming of the day it de-inflates
Death feels like an open door and less like a metaphor
That I use poetry to reinstate
And maybe it’s the medicine or maybe it’s the stupid fucking songs
But something always makes me feel, like I’ve been doing everything wrong
And if this reads like a suicide note
Then I guess it’s some good practice after all
‘Cause I said some six years ago
That I would rather die than grow and fall

So I’m sorry to my family, I’m sorry to my friends,
I’m sorry to the people with whom I can’t make amends
I’m sorry for my past mistakes, I’m sorry for this curse
I’m sorry that I’m never getting better
And always getting worse