Vet inte...
With no regret we jumped of our sinking boat,
the taste of defeat and salt water in my throat.
The waves that sank us was no more than ordinary,
we were to tired to stand against that tame calvary.
Floating on my back somewhere in the seven seas,
I can hear the echos of all the "it's not you it's me".
and for every man and woman who said those words,
I stopped swimming so those words can be unheard.
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