Here I am.
In the middle of the ocean.
I\'m beneath the waves I stand.
The salt water is like potion.
The cold water.
Is getting stronger.
As I get sunken in.
When the chemicals caress my skin.
As your telling me your sins.
How you\'re dead.
How you\'ve bled.
The way you cut your hands.
The pain is so powerful it hurts so much you stand.
You shed a few tears.
You scream out all your fears.
You\'re confused how the waves pulled you away.
How they made you one of them, how they made you stay.
How they convinced you to harm yourself.
That they put you on their highest shelf.
I\'m getting convinced.
Here I take my stand.
And I start messing with my hands.