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I know you think I'm strong

I've said okay before

but baby you're wrong

I'm actually pretty weak

So won't you cut the chains so I don't stink

But guess I've fallen too deep into the water

Stuck in how I  can't get better

But underneath my pretend

I'm a normal girl instead

So would you try and understand 

I'm not meant to carry anchors

I cant hold mine; they're holding me

I can't handle yours

You and I we made a Hell of a team

But now there's feelings in between

Yet things aren't always what they seem

I can't handle the anchors sinking us

We're more broken than the glass

That's shattered on the floor

When I missed your face

And more empty than the dry wall of where your punch

Was placed

When I made you a little too angry

And went faster than the set pace 

Much faster than we intended

And we both wanted to quit, we should have but we pretended

We weren't mended

And now, now we're sinking empty handed

With nothing but us and our heavy load of anchors

We're deeply stranded