Dredging out the lake of me.
Seeking ways to just let go.
Layers upon weeks, dried up all left in here.
If I could rely on time, the ages would seek better things.
Seeking ways to just let go.
Layers upon weeks, dried up all left in here.
If I could rely on time, the ages would seek better things.
No one wants to be your child.
Never had the time to realize.
Why give up when you can follow.
Why give in, when you've already lost.
I'm waiting for the sting to arrive.
Trying not to stare too much.
I wonder where your mother is?
Saw drinking again too much.
As moments forgive,
I feel a little under raged right now.
No one cares about your face
or who is getting raised.
Stormy seas hit frequently
leaving all but you to blame.
The light makes white seem bright,
but it's lacking everything but empty.
Is there no where to hide from this.
I feel like white inside.
I feel like white.
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