Dive
Believed that I was the best
Turned out I was wrong
And so I became stressed
And this happened for so long
No longer trusting myself
No longer feeling anything
I put my self-esteem on the shelf
Except for remorse's painful sting
And so my self-esteem dives
I don't bother to raise it up again
I'm just juggling knives
For this sadness i cannot contain
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