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Teaching Me To Drown


Thanks, my friend For being there To kick me when I’m down. For dragging me to into the well of despair, For teaching me to drown. There’s no way out No lifeguard No ladder No one to pull us up From these deep dark holes They’re where we shall stay, stuck.. Friend, how did we get this way? While these tears run dry we’ll just have to wait Til someone hears our cry. The well of hopelessness It sucked you in so quickly You called for help- I tried to save you, But now I’m just feeling sickly. You showed me how to hate myself, To wallow in our shared pain. You split my heart up with your own From which neither of us gained. How is keeping secrets, Telling lies that are well dressed Anything to be proud of? You just seem possessed. That must be it, my answer: There must be something grabbing hold of your soul ‘Cuz all that’s left of your heart is a deep, dark hole. Your thoughts are all so rearranged. You really aren’t your normal self- And you say I’m the ones who’s changed. That I’m the one in poor health. Well, my friend, if this is true, I’ve go no one but YOU to blame. You pushed your bitterness on me, You put all other cruelty to shame. There are no words to describe What will happen to us now. But in the meantime, let me just say, Thanks for teaching me to drown.
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