But I'm not givin' up, i'm just givin' in.

Looking out from underneath, fractured moonlight on the sea reflections still look the same to me, as before I went under. And it's peaceful in the deep, where you cannot breathe. No need to pray, no need to speak.
A thousand miles down to the sea bed, found the place to rest my head. And the arms of the ocean are carrying me, so cold, but so sweet.
 

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