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Sinking Blindly
Sometimes I sit alone and thinking
About how everything is sinking
All around me, a blur
Am I blind without a cure
Wounds dripping on the inside
Invisible am I
With nowhere to hide
Sometimes I sit alone and thinking
About how everything is sinking
All around me, a blur
Am I blind without a cure
Wounds dripping on the inside
Invisible am I
With nowhere to hide
Simple, so simple in fact that "simple" is all I have to say.