It was eleven twenty eight,
More relevant than you'd ever know;
The Lord once told me
"boy you are only the man others make you out to be"
Abandoned; again,
If I'm supposed to love anyone then let me confide in you to know;
I'm giving up on myself now,
I see your face every time I open my eyes,
This pain is too familiar,
All I ask is you try
I can't hold my head above water for much longer;
I'm aware, you are annoyed;
I'm aware, you are confused;
I'm aware that you were the person who pulled me back up;
Are you aware that I have plenty to offer?
I'd give you every ocean so long as it would put me next to you again;
I'm falling apart again.
It's familiar.
Unfortunately.
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