Wanna die every day, cause they call it being alive
Wanna know you're human even though you've been cast aside
You breathe all the way in, just to let out a sigh
Which way is right, and which way is wrong now?
Are you just down for the ride?
Walk through the worst waters
Just to find dry land
I'd search everywhere just to find your hand
I know you say you're through,
but I'd swim them with you
The worst waters always find dry land
Wanna cry every day, and they call it "being fine"
What are you proving when you've already crossed the line?
You breathe all the way in, to find that fatal sigh
Which way is right, and which way is wrong now?
Are you just down for the ride?
Walk through the worst waters
Just to find dry land
I'd search everywhere just to find your hand
I know you say you're through,
but I'd swim them with you
The worst waters always find dry land
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Frankie Martinelli
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