ill come back up

when theres nothing left

the air is rare and im choking

first so slow

then ever so quickly

ill come back up

if theres nothing left

my home, across the distant sea,

me, just a ghost

in a land

not familiar to me

my accent, slowly becoming

the death of me

quietness, utter loneliness

ill come back up

when there’s nothing left

 

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