Midst of All my Flaws

In the midst of all my flaws,

I'm at the end of the rope,

The craziness that makes this work,

I'm just tired of extending a hand,

Always yielding always giving,

Who gives and pours into me?

So I make a stand to die on this hill,

Made of despair unhappiness and indignant pride.

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