And They Hunt You, And They Gut You - And You Give In.
all the fish in the sea
swim right past me
the waves that kiss my feet
are fading away
like those December days
that felt so long
feelings of dyspathy
come and go
that constant need
need...want?
i can't. and i won't.
mister apathy's grand discovery
his soft side
he will never be the same...
let's go for a walk
and never return
leave this place behind
and start anew - anew
i need a fresh start.
never have i needed it this much.
this is my chance.
this is my only chance.
won't let it pass me by again.