The volleyball player is a greedy being
Constantly striving for more, never satisfied
We will melt our wax wings off
If it means we get a chance to fly
Falling from that burning sky, no one can reach us
When we’re up that high
and when the ocean floor touches our heads
We’re too far gone, not victors yet
A drowning, suffocating feeling, until you suddenly
Learn to breathe
And you will keep those wax wings on, even if
It means sinking to the deep
Died once, drowned twice, but got back up again
Sewing flight from broken skin
I will grow wings, no matter how
Take my dead skin, can’t reach me now
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 7:09 PM UTC
The volleyball player is a greedy being
Constantly striving for more, never satisfied
We will melt our wax wings off
If it means we get a chance to fly
Falling from that burning sky, no one can reach us
When we’re up that high
and when the ocean floor touches our heads
We’re too far gone, not victors yet
A drowning, suffocating feeling, until you suddenly
Learn to breathe
And you will keep those wax wings on, even if
It means sinking to the deep
Died once, drowned twice, but got back up again
Sewing flight from broken skin
I will grow wings, no matter how
Take my dead skin, can’t reach me now
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