You can only drown alone in this ocean of yours, but you've seemed to drag others down with you as a suicide pact. Hands joined together with intoxicating grins all lined up from left to right just as you plunge from these hills. Stranglehold by the arms of a unforgiving calm. Struggle as much as you want with this liquid python, you can't survive this undertow, especially when you're on your own. Constricted by a emotional monsoon of menacing grip you can't avoid this, you're not cunning enough. Look back and with yarn and stitches, put your pieces back together. Hesitations will only lead to this rape of things to come and your chances to fix these things will just pass away like a fading breath. Struggle as much as you think you can, you can't avoid the clutch of this undertow. Even with your friends laid about, sinking below you, you're still alone--cold, wet and all on your own.