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Sep 2010
Help.
I'm drowning.
Rip me out by the root.
My heart is made out of Nicotine and brick walls.
I can feel the exact spot where my chest started
caving in.
I feel your finger tips slipping away
from mine.
This undertow, this torrent, this feeling.
It's pulling me down faster than I can
swim.
And just like that everything goes numb.
If I can't make it back, please don't forget me.
Every one I've known, everything I've done,
everything I can't take with me,
it doesn't matter as much as this.
If you remember nothing else, remember
how you made me believe.
You made me believe the unattainable was
not so far away.
That maybe this all isn't some huge *******
joke that everyone else gets.
If I don't make it back, please forgive me.
I swear I didn't want to go.
Written by
Keith Johnson
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