I can't get past this swirling blackness that resides inside my brain
I can't seem to think of happy thoughts or any other thing
Onto this ugly life of mine I'm holding on so tight
My hands are cramping, my knuckles are turning white
I'm not sure why I am, the light went out years ago
On this darkened sea of emotion, I just flow
I no longer want to feel the tide, or the waves that take me under
The storm persist above me, the lightening and the thunder
I've tried to row this boat of sorrow to the shore
But it didn't work at all, it just so refused to go
I think tonight instead of rowing, I'll just drill a hole
tonight this is my goal
I'm gonna visit Davy Jones down there in his locker
I know to many that will be no shocker
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 2:13 PM UTC
I can't get past this swirling blackness that resides inside my brain
I can't seem to think of happy thoughts or any other thing
Onto this ugly life of mine I'm holding on so tight
My hands are cramping, my knuckles are turning white
I'm not sure why I am, the light went out years ago
On this darkened sea of emotion, I just flow
I no longer want to feel the tide, or the waves that take me under
The storm persist above me, the lightening and the thunder
I've tried to row this boat of sorrow to the shore
But it didn't work at all, it just so refused to go
I think tonight instead of rowing, I'll just drill a hole
tonight this is my goal
I'm gonna visit Davy Jones down there in his locker
I know to many that will be no shocker
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