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Giving Way
I got the key to the door in my hand
The room is getting swallowed by sand
I could save myself so easily
But the swallowing sand facetiously
Drags a room on the ocean side down
To a world I never knew of underground
But I'm not going out, not now
For even if I was sane, I don't know how
To speak to someone I haven't met
Without the sun having set
So I'll stay in this little room
And hope the ceiling doesn't become my doom
Because more than people I'm afraid of betray
Of the ceiling above me giving way
The room is getting swallowed by sand
I could save myself so easily
But the swallowing sand facetiously
Drags a room on the ocean side down
To a world I never knew of underground
But I'm not going out, not now
For even if I was sane, I don't know how
To speak to someone I haven't met
Without the sun having set
So I'll stay in this little room
And hope the ceiling doesn't become my doom
Because more than people I'm afraid of betray
Of the ceiling above me giving way
Published 19th Aug 2013
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