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I feel my limp body being carried out to sea.. as the island of hope fades away, becomes a distant memory. Don't know where I'm goin', but i know where i've been. And i'd rather drown here in this ocean than ever go back there again. The water's thick and murky. I can't see or understand.
The currents pull me farthur than I ever though i'd go... so desensitized to life; caught in depression's undertow. Screamin' to feel... anything at all. Beggin' you to be my lifeguard as the waves silence my panicked call.
Suck in one last breath, one last attept at life. Too tired to keep going on; i'm giving up the fight.
Eyes closed i begin to sink, beneath these crashing waves. I feel the chill of evil's kiss fall on my lifeless face. Darker, darker, and growing darker still. I change my mind but it's too late, this is who i am. Stuck here forever, held against my will.
It's too late to keep from drowning in this depression, the current's just too strong... All i ever needed was your love. That's all i wanted all along.
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