Water submerge my lungs
to find it's better to watch from afar
to find i'm better set aside
as the truth concealed has been revealed
i can't feel my breathing
as the air is taken away from me
replaced by so much misery
and i begin to prefer being lonely
the cold is spreading
my head is aching
and i can't stop wishing
a beginning for an ending
but i guess the end's already written
i won't ever get The Fates to listen
anyway, i promise today i won't be bitter
i'll stand near nowhere but in the middle
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