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I don't know what to think

Floating in your ocean, I was hoping I could sink, but then I

Blink

And realise the lies I've making up to drink

If I let you go, I know I'll end up on the brink

Your heart is made of glass, I don't want it to even clink

Two bodies and one soul, but it's getting out of sync

Our book is far from written, but I'm running out of ink

To rethink, you gave me a week

The only thing I understood is that I'm fucking weak

Put a bandage on the wound you left from when you cut me deep