Why am I doing this? I don't know either. · 2:57am Jun 27th, 2015
Running Out of Air
I'm just surfing the web,
But there's a siren in the water.
Her enchanting songs ring out,
And I approach without falter.
I'm running out of air.
Waves thrash me all about,
But my course is set straight.
Unwanted truths are rising,
Is this really my fate?
I'm running out of air.
Crashing against the rocks,
I'm cut real deep.
But I must move on,
I must not weep.
I'm running out of air.
Battered and bruised,