We are stuck in the same boat
"There's plenty more fish in this sea"
But you keep pushing me down, I drown.
You're tugging at the end of my line
Scissor blades embrace translucent twine
Is there any hope left for me?
Some may find love
As a hassle free package,
No threat to wings up above
But you leave me clutching on to a fleeting hope
And afraid that I'm destined to fall
Don't think I can stay here forever
Don't think I could wait for that long.
Will I still be here
In a couple more years?
I'll pray it won't take that long.
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