On The Shore

I'm not going to hide anymore

Crawling through the waves back to the shore

Keep knocking me down, I say fuck my lungs,

mouthfuls of salt water and smoke will keep me vigor

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I'm not going to care anymore

Chewing on my own tongue to stop my tendencies

Cutting muscle with glass,

it's to push my neck a few feet forward

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I'm not going to hurt anymore

I'll stop sending messengers to your gates

I mean, after all,

you keep killing them at the doorstep

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