My Waves of Insomnia Are Due To Your Lies
I'm a thousand leagues under
Bubbling for assistance
So don't tell me what the waves look like.
I know there's lights in the distance
But I can't see where the land lies.
I'm sick of being stuck in the torrent
Of torment;
Either love me
Or leave me be.
I'd rather be down a thousand leagues
Than have you lie to me.
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