I will wade until my knee caps break
From the weight of the ocean
Month after month in the same exact place
I wish there was a way out
I can’t catch my breath at all from the last two years
And you can’t hear me screaming
It isn’t your job to, anyways
But I wish there was a way
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 7:48 PM UTC
I will wade until my knee caps break
From the weight of the ocean
Month after month in the same exact place
I wish there was a way out
I can’t catch my breath at all from the last two years
And you can’t hear me screaming
It isn’t your job to, anyways
But I wish there was a way