Like drowning deep in quicksand.
I'm slowly going down without a chance of reaching you.
I've tried and tried.

It's hard to not care.
When deep feelings are there.
It's hard not to feel.
When you have been always there.

Slowly, I see you drifting always.
And I can't do a single thing.

Like a snail inching slowly along its path.
Knowing exactly which way they will go.
I'm not afforded that sense.
Cause you hold complete control.

Maybe, blame lies with me.
Maybe, blames lies with you.
I can't say.
I truly can't say.

I just know slowly you're walking away.