• As the water washes over me,
    I feel the agony of my memories. How unfair that you never breathed.

    How I would hold my breathe and sink deep with in this liquid. Trying to find a way to get to you.

    All the agony and hate, couldn't paint the picture that left with in your wake.

    The angry mask I put on. What a fake. When my tears made a lake.

    Still I think of you. There is no end to you. Not with in this growing lake.