Drowning in the water
I'd hold my hand out for ya,
But you wouldn't
Do the same for me
I feel the water in my lungs
I'm struggling to breathe
When this feeling
Encases my body
My wandering hands
Find somebody
For me
He looks a little bit like you.
I don't know
What I'm gonna do.
After a drink,
I forget who
I am.
Me
And
My wandering hands.
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The Night Sky is in Her Veins
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