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Back and forth on a swing
Leaking red saltwater rims.
Reaching to jump, but the future seems so dim.
Holding on to memories, lacking steps for now.
Desire to be honest, but all made up for a show.
Suit and tie, choking the lies.
The outside not the in,
red lips bringing contrast to the faded smiles.
My way of living is actually dying.
Stop the swing, march with me.
Crack the gold bells, make them ring rightly.
Moving back, forth, back. Undecided paths; thinking felt like trying.
Outside beautiful, but reach inside and find a sharp pin.
Shatter the glass and you’ll hear crying.
A soul burnt and cut, you can smell the smoke. In need of a savior to come pick me up.
He’ll pick me up, dust off, and wipe the saltwater rims.
Leaking red saltwater rims.
Reaching to jump, but the future seems so dim.
Holding on to memories, lacking steps for now.
Desire to be honest, but all made up for a show.
Suit and tie, choking the lies.
The outside not the in,
red lips bringing contrast to the faded smiles.
My way of living is actually dying.
Stop the swing, march with me.
Crack the gold bells, make them ring rightly.
Moving back, forth, back. Undecided paths; thinking felt like trying.
Outside beautiful, but reach inside and find a sharp pin.
Shatter the glass and you’ll hear crying.
A soul burnt and cut, you can smell the smoke. In need of a savior to come pick me up.
He’ll pick me up, dust off, and wipe the saltwater rims.