You’re getting low on alibi,
And it’s no wonder, you’re going
Under
The waves.
People see through the gusting wind,
Watch you struggle, shriek
And nothing,
Nothing to save you.
They know exactly what happened,
And laugh,
LAUGH,
Even she will laugh, hysterical,
She picks up your phone,
With an innocent,
“Hello? ”
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