There's water in my palm,
It's reassuring and keeps me warm,
Even so,
I find myself falling,
Falling into a hole,
I had promised myself long ago,
not to get myself trapped into.

The water tempts me forward to see the rest of the sea,
But I can't take my eyes off of the water in my palm,
Why won't it hurt me?
I'm just as greedy as the rest,
I need the water in my hand,
To feel whole again,
The water has my back and I have it's.

Then again the sand, pulls it back again,
So maybe I can see the ocean from the water,
But my eyes are drawn back,
To the water in my palm and I sigh,
Giving up on regretting the feeling,
It's only hurting the water in my palm.

There's water in my palm,
It's keeping me safe and sound,
Even so,
I find myself falling into it's puddle,
Falling into a hole,
I had promised myself long ago,
not to get myself trapped into.