Hold me underwater, I rather sink than swim. (8 years later it haunts my every move, acting aganst it like there's something to prove.) The ghost in these halls trickle down my spine. Open the door to see the light. ( There gonna be an escape!)
(Been in-printed in my mind, for me to see, just how cold this world can be. Struggling to find hope, breathing isnt easy. I've been hurt by the ones called family. It's not hard to see the darkness in me.)
Hold me underwater, I rather sink than swim. With the feeling of turmoil, when the doctor stares down your moral sense. With the lustful thought of pain, he injects the disease into your brain! Just turn off the lights, I know you want to. With the sins that I prayed.