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When will I reach the surface
Hit the sun and swim free
I'm flopping like a fish I can't breath
Turning blue
Color of the dead
I'm better off
So sick of living in this fucked up head.
( written for my mother. Spending the day with her makes me wanna scream. I feel bad for anyone in her shoes. Kill me first)
Hit the sun and swim free
I'm flopping like a fish I can't breath
Turning blue
Color of the dead
I'm better off
So sick of living in this fucked up head.
( written for my mother. Spending the day with her makes me wanna scream. I feel bad for anyone in her shoes. Kill me first)
Published 18th Jun 2012
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