Drowning
Finding ways to hide this week.
I knew I would do this again.
Finding ways to die this week,
I’m thinking good deeds, and amends.
I’m being drug, being
Pulled down, but I always want what’s best.
I knew I would do this again.
Finding ways to die this week,
I’m thinking good deeds, and amends.
I’m being drug, being
Pulled down, but I always want what’s best.
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