No preasure, No thoughts
Other than the ocean celing
Constantly hanging above
Like the snow falling down
Colapsing into fragments of memories
Shattering the ground
From the bottom off the ocean
Iv'e painted a cloud
Something to hide for myself
Something no one can ever tie
And they all stop by to tell me
How tierd I look, how worn down I am
So whats the point?
My broken bed
Staring for hours
Holding my breath
Collapsing under the weight of regret
In silence, I sleep
There is no one here but me
Like snow, falling down
Drowning in thoughts
Holding me down
Cold as lies
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