I don't want to be just another girl, lost in her own sea of regrets.
Broken promises and a masquerade in its finest hour.
Deaths own perfection in a violent rejection of divinity's own burdened offspring.
And I can see you treding in your own sea of fading memories, wondering if you'll wash ashore.
Pathetic and somber as the day your were born.
I can see you grasping and gasping for air...
And I still won't do anything about it.
