Water
Water, water on the floor pulling me down where is the door?
Who will save me from my sins, protect me from the demons within?
A million boys have already tried, and inside they got damaged and fried,
I feel the dread and pain and disgrace, but look in the mirror I see the smile upon my face,
I feel the hurt, all the cracks, and scars,
looked for a boy as far as mars,
but if no one cares I'm going elsewhere,
cause I don't have to go there,
and all I need is love from my Lord!
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