At Least I Got My Point Across

I text late, I dont want too But it's easier this way I feel shame for this But i'll get back one day I talk to myself in the mirror Just to get my point across I feel out of breath but superior At least I got my point across I embrace all the hate It's easier this way I don't know am I busy? Maybe I'm distracted I talk to myself in the mirror Just to get my point across I feel out of breath but superior At least I got my point across I could try letting go, but I don't want to know How it feels to forgive, how I've bled on this But maybe I'd get my point across How it felt to relive, now I'm shedding this I could try letting go, but I don't want to know How it feels to forgive, how I've bled on this But with mercy, I'd get my point across How it felt to relive, now I'm shedding this