Sitting by the water so cold
My life I am trying to hold
I sowed my heart together like a crafter
My life was pretend thereafter
Repeatedly I lied to myself saying I am grand
Truly I rather be buried under the sand
My every day is a little lie
How I wish sometimes I would die
I live in a false reality of hope
How can I be such a stupid dope?
Hoping there could have been a you and me
Believing I would soon be happy
