Listen to the words I don't create with my mouth
they speak to the truth that I hide deep inside.
I talk about setting things right,
but I'd rather lash out in spite.
For someone who craves stability,
I'm too much like the ocean.
Pushing and pulling my self apart.
Daughter of the moon and water
with time I've grown fonder,
of the waves that used to scare my heart.

I used to find comfort with both feet on the ground,
but it seems that people always dig holes underneath me.
So I have the illusion of solid earth,
but I take one step and then the earth quakes.
At least in the water, I expect the lack of stability,
so if I struggle with swimming,
I can sink down into the sea.
The pressure of the water weighs down on me.
I can see the light at the surface
it's so **** pretty.