drowned at the hand of the earth
tangled in curls
stuck outside this world
and I'd like to go home
walking the beach
not stopping to think
of the impact she has on that boy
asleep so fast
I can't even hold back
confused by the black
of the night in his past
one morning, seven more
I don't think that I can take anymore
giving up seems so easy
so simple and quick
for the day to end, one small click
don't miss you, can't need you
another soul forgotten
leave it behind and
come suffer in this bunk