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I sink like water to the bottom
A stare as cold as ice
There's nothing left to see
And silence fills my mind
I'm going under — falling down.
I'm alive, but
I don't feel alive
I breathe in white smoke on borrowed time,
And every morning feels like déjà vu
I'm going under, but the bottom moves away,
I wish
I could forget who
I used to be
If a phoenix has to burn to rise —
What must
I lose to fly again
I used to run barefoot across the sand,
Measuring depth by the burning tracks
I left
I never waited for expensive gifts.
I proved myself in bloody fights
I thought the bottom was a point —
Touch it once, then rise again
But it keeps drifting deeper,
Like a cruel joke on us all
I'm going under — falling down.
I'm alive, but
I don't feel alive
I breathe in white smoke on borrowed time,
And every morning feels like déjà vu
I'm going under, but the bottom moves away,
I wish
I could forget who
I used to be
If a phoenix has to burn to rise —
What must
I lose to fly again
I came down here to gather my strength,
To hit rock bottom and start again
But the steps disappeared;
Only darkness remained,
And now this abyss feels alive
My hands grow weak, each breath cuts inside, and
I'm less sure
I'll make it to dawn
How much strength is left for one last push?
One thing is clearer now:
No one's coming to save me
I don't need a savior with a beautiful speech,
Just give me something solid — I'll make it myself
I only need the bottom beneath my feet for a second, so
I can kick off with everything
I have
Then rise — through the water and fear,
And feel the air against my lips again
To walk from the ashes as someone new,
Someone who burned — and brought himself back to life
Do
I have to burn
To be born again do
I have to disappear
To find my way
If all
I have left
Is one weak breath
I'll save it
For one last push
I'm going under — falling down.
I'm alive, but
I don't feel alive
I breathe in white smoke on borrowed time,
And every morning feels like déjà vu
I'm going under, but the bottom moves away,
I wish
I could forget who
I used to be
If a phoenix has to burn to rise —
What must
I lose to fly again