I'm the son of a never-ending doubt.
Because I'm the kind of wreck you read about and I'm sinking now.
Disappear like a half-woke dream.
It's getting harder to breathe.
Nothing is sacred.
Nothing is safe.
Every minute's an honest mistake.
And the days pass us by while we wait.
Don't wait.
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