hanging from a stud o'er white porcelein wells
where she empties her colors and wipes all the tears off from
black shiny pupils, how vibrant they once were when
you were much stronger
she was much stronger then
run from me when i'm the one who showed you the ocean
when you had your floaty wings, safe from the drowning
the sharks are there waiting for a perfect opportunity
don't dare leave a drop of red
well if you can hear me please breathe in deeply and
pray the plane see's you as you're drifting aimlessly
pray the plane see's you...
i pray the plane see's her.
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