This feeling is quicksand
And I'm going under slow.
I try to fight it but I can't
Because it hurts to try and go
The more I struggle or resist
The more it hurts inside
And the more I try to leave it
The more I'm left behind.
My friends gave up trying to save me,
Now they watch me sink in pleasure
And I'm at the point where I don't care,
So I'll let my bones be dug up like lost treasure.
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 8:37 PM UTC
This feeling is quicksand
And I'm going under slow.
I try to fight it but I can't
Because it hurts to try and go
The more I struggle or resist
The more it hurts inside
And the more I try to leave it
The more I'm left behind.
My friends gave up trying to save me,
Now they watch me sink in pleasure
And I'm at the point where I don't care,
So I'll let my bones be dug up like lost treasure.
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