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I can’t stand it anymore

Green walls and wooden door

Moss blanket and nothing more

I wish to live on the ocean floor

Drowning with my scuba tank

Open up the valve

I watched me sank

Do you not see what you have

A worried mom and dad

I hate to press it, but it must be done

Lines across the globe, mine’s overrun

The shadow’s all upon you now

Crackling fire on the wooden bow

Given what you have in store

You’re all dried up there’s nothing more

Mercury puddle in a desert

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-If you show me stitches show me them undone

-If there’s something in the shadows, keep it there

-If there’s a person in the shadows, wait for the right time

-If one person’s satisfaction comes at the cost of another’s, play a new game

-What’s the point of enjoying something if you don’t have someone to share it with?

-Why have a sword when you’re not in combat?

It’s the same reason you laugh when you see people fall

You know I’m still here?

Subsisting in this pit

When you show them how you struggle

They scrape and claw back to their bubble