Because I can share my love with everyone else, But myself And this world has left me hanging, By a belt. We hear the voices screaming, Crying for us, Because obviously we are lost. We got our boots but, they are knee high, and The water we're sinking in is way over our heads And we might be wet But we can swim And we swim.
Rough Draft mostly. I wrote it a week or two ago and just found it again.