Resist?
know its happening
but powerless to its current
the strong pull always
bringing me back in
fighting, i need to break free
can't take it
drowning in the whirl
second guessing my all
self respect now shot to hell
and the current keeps
drawing me in
i cant take it
the blame falls on you
sculptor, creater
of the game we play
lines adorned
in your name
dizzy,sick frame
to rebel
pulling,pulling
im fighting the current
God, give me the strength
Or anyone at all
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