For what is living if you're already dead?
She's on fire but her embers burn her bridges.
And she knows that she can't walk on water.
Yet she tries.
For what is worse than to ask your friends for help.
And so she sinks to the bottom of the sea.
We hold the answers in our hearts
We spend every breath to stand our ground
but what's the point when we're sinking?
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