The bottom of the pond
They’re wondering where I’ve gone
They thought about trying to find me but it was just a passing thought
I hate my own body
But I am fucking lazy
I sit here wanting change but just keep doing the same damn thing
What’s the use in trying to survive if we don’t do what makes us feel alive?
All the time I had was lost
I’m wondering where it’s gone
I wear a watch for structure but I don’t do the things I want

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