That if I go off on a rant
It's not your fault, don't even dare to think
It's not yours, it's my ship that's about to sink
The sails in pieces, heavy storms have done their deed
My last words, this is all the relief I need
To settle down. At the bottom of the sea
With my golden anchor, seems the only place to flee
I'm not running I'm just swimming
The water, it feels cold between my fingers
I take a look, was there too much sinning?
It's the weary ones, the dark thoughts that linger
At the bottom of the sea
Is it a place I want to go?
Truth be told, I just don't know
This all happened way too fast
It grew bigger over time, the shadow that it cast
At the bottom of the sea
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