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I sink like water to the bottom
A stare as cold as ice
There's nothing left to see
And silence fills my mind
I'm going under — falling down.
I'm alive, but
I don't feel alive
I breathe in white smoke on borrowed time,
And every morning feels like déjà vu
I'm going under, but the bottom moves away,
I wish
I could forget who
I used to be
If a phoenix has to burn to rise —
What must
I lose to fly again
I used to run barefoot across the sand,
Measuring depth by the burning tracks