The weight of a stone around my neck
A sign of the times
And the hearts I've left.
A weight to remind
Oh, what could have been mine
If I hadn't, tried my
Best.
Oh why can't they see,
That all I have left-
(Though I try to forget)
Is this stone on my chest;
And the possibility
That we
may be.
Oh can't you see I am lost
I need to be free,
I am
Weeping,
Dreaming,
Drowning- lost
In this sea
Called me.
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