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Sitting on supposed solid ground, until it liquified right under me,
took me under, swallowed me whole, holding me tight refuse to set me free,
river of memories, twisting webs throughout my mind,
leave everything behind me, just await the stop sign.

Come please, I'm calling your name, will you save me from myself and this sickening game,
there must be better out there mine rates as lame, well all the heartbreaks have all been the same,
we must learn to live and do as Romans do, find the reasoning behind feelings that're true,
sick of the overwhelming sense of false ambition I get from you, yet i still wish for the overtaking feelings from you.

The path that I choose, from here on out will surely change,
parents tried to set me up, have my whole future prematurely arranged,
reaching out from this pit of despair, well I have self righteously created a home within this hole,
kept warm in Winter by using the green weeds to either put in a roll, or pack in a bowl.

Flick goes the light, flick goes the heat,
enough warmth to keep you moving, enough motivation to make you want to quit moving your own feet,
well keep on going, push through the times when you don't want to wake up,
sleep forever underneath a blanket of warmth & safety, infinite consumation of liquid courage in a cup.