In over my head,
confessions would be the death of me,
Atsmospheric waves you send my way,
I, a shelter seek
to build up my strenght,
wherever you are don't come up,
Inclined to submisson of these feelings
Admission I cannot bear,
faster beats, abnormal paces,
You get me idiotic-prancing,
the corners of youe eyes foretell a bitter-sweet tale,
seeking seas, drowning, capture it all,
dont let any soul know,
In over my head
Confessions would be the death of me
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