Pouring Water On A Drowning Man
I try to do just what I canTo look at him and see a man...
As I boil my anger in a frying pan
Pouring it on a drowning man.
And I'm just as sick as I can be
And Im hurting here as he can see
And I boil my anger in the sea
And pour it on the man...drowning in me.
He's falling like the tears from my chin
He's feeling the feelings that I carry within...
And I watched him try and break my heart again
And I watched him as he drowned in sin.
And the aching I feel from the hole in his heart
Is just like my body is ripping apart
When you feel like this, you don't know where to start.
What does it feel like to drown in the devils art?
What does it feel like to treat me like I don't live?
After all of the love and body I give
How does it feel not to drown in the love I give?
To go under in hatred that I have steamed
To leave your world in ways that you would've never dreamed
To find out that I am not as weak as I seemed...
And the sparkle in your eyes has not once gleamed...
But yet the light from me to you has always beamed.
And when I saw me pouring water on a drowning man...
The very same water that was my anger in a frying pan,
My eyes told me that I had done all that I can..
Because the more I saw him...The less he was a man...
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