She said cry me a river,
So I bled her an ocean,
I drownd all the things I loved most,
Ship wrecked my emotions,
Lost my hope at sea,
All I needed you to be was my lighthouse,
Mom,
I'm sinking,
See THIS OCEAN ISNT MY HOME ITS SOME IMAGINITIVE PLACE I GO WHEN YOUR WORDS STEAL THE AIR FROM MY LUNGS AND THE WATER THAT USE TO BE SO REFRESHING FILLS MY THROAT AND DOESNT GO DOWN ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS WETHER OR NOT YOUR FLOATING BUT MOM IVE BEEN TREADING THESE WATERS EVER SINCE 98
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
She said cry me a river,
So I bled her an ocean,
I drownd all the things I loved most,
Ship wrecked my emotions,
Lost my hope at sea,
All I needed you to be was my lighthouse,
Mom,
I'm sinking,
See THIS OCEAN ISNT MY HOME ITS SOME IMAGINITIVE PLACE I GO WHEN YOUR WORDS STEAL THE AIR FROM MY LUNGS AND THE WATER THAT USE TO BE SO REFRESHING FILLS MY THROAT AND DOESNT GO DOWN ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS WETHER OR NOT YOUR FLOATING BUT MOM IVE BEEN TREADING THESE WATERS EVER SINCE 98
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