Texty: Small Brown Bike. A Declaration Of Sorts.

This is the last time that I feel lonely and sorry for myself
It's getting worse without your help
This is the last time that I feel tired
I've tried to sleep at night and days walk by without much light

Let me give back just a little
Let me give back just a little this time
Let me get back to the middle
Let me get back to the middle this time

This is the last time that I feel broken
I've tried to fix this mess
For years and years I fight my stress
This is the last time that I feel helpless
I've forced out every word and it still feels like I won't be heard
Won't you help me?