I'm feeling this anxiety,
Rising up in waves inside of me,
I can't feed into these tendencies,
Getting out of these cycles that recycle me.
Waiting for the wind,
Pick me up and start again.
Cold river,
Lonely sea,
What do I do with you staring back at me?
All the colours fall away,
Black and white,
But now they're coming back to me.
Rainfall washes away every canvas painted by the sun.
I won't be one to come quietly,
Fighting off the waves that slash at me.
Waiting for the wind,
Pick me up and start again.
Cold river,
Lonely sea,
What do I do with you staring back at me?
All the colours fall away,
Black and white,
But now they're coming back to me.
Cold river,
Lonely sea,
What do I do with you staring back at me?
All the colours fall away,
Black and white,
But now they're coming back to me.

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