reassemble
day to remember, a
desperate and out of touch
this illness is my crutch
a silent victim of the depths
cast aside i'm scrambling to catch my. i can't find my way out as i'm descending
my path remains unclear as the water overtakes me
desperate and out of touch
this illness is my crutch
my thoughts are not my own
no where's safe alone in the tide
i'm alone and it sinks in
this current's pulling me under
desperate and out of touch
this illness is my crutch
the surf's against us. are we able?
forgive our faults when they're shameful
let's be honest with ourselves
forgive our thoughts when they're shameful
let's be honest with ourselves
let's be honest with ourselves