Drowning , by Bluesoul |
I was drowning I was in a constant case of holding on I wanted to live depending on some wooden raft And every piece of wood I found Kept on letting me down I came closer to giving up And during this time i have not even once Thought of swimming to the land I don't need no wood I just need my hands |
Posted: 2017-08-04 23:29:12 UTC |
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