three paces away.

I'm not good at all that much I can't sing, I can't write, and I know that I'm out of touch I'm not worth much That I know So maybe it's fair that these days and these nights feel so alone I've got worries, I've got sins But I know it's not all that bad in the scheme of things And yet I lay here, half alive I can't find any willpower I need now to fix this life I can't tell you why I feel this way And I can't promise that I will still be here in three days All it takes is one miscalculation To lock yourself into the end, to embrace stagnation I won't lie to you Oh, I'm not well I'm three paces away from reserving my place in hell But it's not anyone's fault It's what I deserve For the things that I've thought that I know no one else has heard If I cry for help, but no one can hear Does it mean that the feelings I've felt have been insincere? Is that what I truly fear? I'm not worth much That I know And it's getting harder to find a reason not to go But I'm not done yet I'm still here So I'll stick around just for one more moment to find some cheer