I drag you under like you fell a thousand feet,
My hands will always pull you down,
They're the hands of gravity,
I will face the fact,
That you won't come back,
These cuts are far too deep.
I am everything that you don't need,
I am everything that you don't need.
Well a part of me is lost at sea,
Where the tides are far too strong,
And the air I breathe,
Will suffocate my lungs.
What have I become?
There are questions I always tend to ask myself,
Why I am who I am,
Instead of being someone else,
And all this time life is a line,
We're all queuing up to die,
With no answers why.
With no answers why.
Well a part of me is lost at sea,
Where the tides are far too strong,
And the air I breathe,
Will suffocate my lungs.
Well a part of me is lost at sea,
Where the tides are far too strong,
And the air I breathe,
Will suffocate my lungs.
What have I become?
What have I become?
What have I become?
What have I become?
What have I become?
And the air I breathe,
Will suffocate my lungs.
Well a part of me is lost at sea,
Where the tides are far too strong,
And the air I breathe,
Will suffocate my lungs.
What have I become?
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