On my own

There’s an ocean in my room
Those are the tears that I’ve cried
I let the fish swim inside
As long as they can’t tell me
That they think I should’ve died

The walls are burning down
Those are the fights that I’ve lost
I feel the fire gets hot
To let me know it could kill me
I hold my fingers crossed

Cracks in the ceiling above
Those are my arms full of scars
Stones may fall through
But if the ceiling breaks
Will I then see the stars?

Air comes through the window
But not as fresh as I’ve once known
Filled with dust from outside
I suffocate and think
That I can’t survive alone

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