been diving deep
for tales that dont breath
maybe the lack of air
is making my words weak
if i come to the surface
gasping for a break
catch up with my circulation
you can read about it
sometime next week
the photo is black and white
the headline will read
despairing raconteur
does not find that which he seeks
though im sure of the integrity
every bone in me creaks
i started off with a leap
but ended up broken
gasping for praise
holding my head up
for the pain of upcoming days
of a cruel summer
approaching future deciet
if i told you more lies
would you chose ones to keep
or forget all those words
push me back in the deep


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