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by niko Sep 11, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Heading out to sea Ahead clear skies Beautiful day It's going to be a smooth ride Leaving the dock No going back now I'm on my own Just me and the bow A little while in Clouds start forming I should have taken this As a warning But stupid little me I kept sailing on Thinking no storm was too big Soon it'd be gone Then the rain started And it didn't stop My ship out of control I had to drop On my knees, praying To get control back But I already knew How much faith I did lack All I could do Was watch this unfold I should have stayed home Instead of out in this cold My ship started to break Cue the panic I'm going to be The second Titanic The water's rising now My icy cold grave I barely noticed My killing wave Gasping for breath Trying and failing Running on empty A pathetic flailing As the icy cold sets in I'm realizing my doom Thinking of anything I can To keep me from my tomb I can't feel my feet I'm going all numb Losing all feeling I've got to succumb So I let go of myself Start slipping away Why didn't I turn back On that bright sunshiny day?