As if a fish could drown in the very ocean it was born but bore its life on the shore
Even more than I could ever breathe still I see the broken trees and through the goodness of the saws and the shattered jaws
Colder than your heart the ice on my back burns my spine and left with the last line that wasn't found I'll hope you stay around…
Oct 6, 2012
Oct 6, 2012 at 1:13 AM UTC
As if a fish could drown in the very ocean it was born but bore its life on the shore
Even more than I could ever breathe still I see the broken trees and through the goodness of the saws and the shattered jaws
Colder than your heart the ice on my back burns my spine and left with the last line that wasn't found I'll hope you stay around…
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