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You’ve got nothing to say Is this what it’s come to? Sit in silence staring into the darkness Ask yourself how this happened, who made it this way? Pillows as wet as the ocean sail my head into endless thoughts Battling onward before my ship sinks, I won’t let this happen Bail me out, bail me out The end is near, sails ahead. Let the wind direct me to a new path Direct me to the better
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Mar 24, 2011
Mar 24, 2011 at 6:13 PM UTC
Struggle
You’ve got nothing to say Is this what it’s come to? Sit in silence staring into the darkness Ask yourself how this happened, who made it this way? Pillows as wet as the ocean sail my head into endless thoughts Battling onward before my ship sinks, I won’t let this happen Bail me out, bail me out The end is near, sails ahead. Let the wind direct me to a new path Direct me to the better
brendan-sauer
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Mar 24, 2011
Mar 24, 2011 at 6:13 PM UTC
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