The crashing waves
Ripping tides
Ocean's begging for peace of mind
If this is paradise
Why am I burning
With the words you carve through mine
Am I a dead man walking
For I seem to be just talking to myself in the night
And when I'm feeling so low
The clouds won't seem to part like they're made of stone
For your emotions take precedence
Even when I'm bled dry, from being the bad guy