Step Two: Sink or Swim - Now Denial
Holding back on our dreams just enough to exist
Old ties are eroded
This ship has come in
And the tide seemed to stand still as we waited to die
These ways were wearing us down
In the end this was meant to be
3 years we weathered the storm
Now its our turn... now its our turn
This life in plastic bags made all come back to me
Drowning hope, grab the float if it means survival
A water bound penitentiary
Drowning hope, grab the float if it means survival
Lost over board in the sea
Go on now the path you chose
A different person I had known
Weary eyes and a damaged soul
You must go home
