I lost my way when the riptide pulled me under.
You don't know grey until you don't know which way to wonder.
I tried to cough to keep my chest floating,
but without knowing,
the water filled my lungs;
I was imploding.
I lost my way when the riptide called itself my home.
I wanted to drown in the cold,
but I wanted to roam on land so old.
I'm sorry mom I can't reside,
you were never on my side.
I lost my way when the riptide was my only confide.
What was I supposed to do when I only wanted to die?
I can promise to testify,
I could never really commit suicide,
but the riptide seemed to only amplify.
I lost my way when the riptide was overflowing.
I could see the water dancing as my heart rate was slowing.
I landed at the bottom,
the bottom of my heart.
I knew from the start this is how I'd be going.
