i'm tired of feeling terrible
i am done with this drought
i'm scared to leave it locked up inside
but it'd be awful if i let the lion out
my heart sunk down
like a pound of lead in water
and now it's lost in my stomach
and no one ever caught her
the blue and yellow balloons, i lost,
that once held me up
and all my oxygen has left
my lungs, the size of tea cups
and i try to stay strong
and hold my breath
but i feel the Bubbles float
out of my chest
and everything i once Believed
has left out of reach
and while they stand by
it's Black Tears they weep
i have no anchors holding me down
but i'm stuck to the bottom of this ocean
they all stare down
with their truly false emotions
and no one sends down balloons
they just hold tight to theirs
and although i'm alone
i can slowly climb the stairs
Out Of This Ocean
May They Be Hung
On Their Balloons
NMT
