All I ever need, exhale, I'm at the bottom of the river.
Undisturbed, trying to gather my belongings.
I can't tell what I started out with, what is this, who is this?
I'm choosing some words, hold onto them dearly.
And I'll pray that they never eat me alive...
And I'll pray for you and your eyes,
That you in this disgusting world can never see me like this.
And asking for help now is committing a crime to the mind.
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