swimming in a sea of sorrow
trying to be someone I'm not
a character that's borrowed
I'm just searching for a closer
looking for an end
a way of healing
a need gor these wounds to mend
I might be wrong
I might be right
but all I can do is hold on to my thoughts
hold on to my belief so tight
I now certainly don't care
don't care for anyone but me
when I fell over and over again
no one was nearly there
when I was choking,
when I had no more air
no one was nearly there
when I was down on the ground
when I was stepped over and over again
And heard their laughing sound
no one was there
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