i drag you under like you fell a thousand feet,
my hands will always pull you down,
they're the hands of gravity,

i will face the facts,
that you won't come back,
these cuts are far too deep.


I am everything that you don't need,
I am everything that you don't need.


well a part of me is lost at sea,
where the tides are far too strong,

and the air i breathe,
will suffocate my lungs.


What have i become.

There are questions i always tend to ask myself,

why i am who i am,
instead of being someone else,
and all this time life is a line,

we're all queuing up to die,
with no answers why.
With no answers why.


well a part of me is lost at sea,
where the tides are far too strong,

and the air i breathe,
will suffocate my lungs.


well a part of me is lost at sea,
where the tides are far too strong,
and the air i breathe,

will suffocate my lungs.

What have i become.


What have i become.
What have i become.

What have i become.
What have i become.


and the air i breathe,
will suffocate my lungs.
well a part of me is lost at sea,

where the tides are far too strong,
and the air i breathe,
will suffocate my lungs.


What have i become.