Through the windows,
up the stairs.
Chilling rain
Like an ocean
everywhere.
Don't want to reach for me,
do you?
I mean nothing to you,
The little things give you away
And now there will be no mistaking
The levees are breaking
All you've ever wanted
Was someone to truly look up to you
And six feet under water
I do
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