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This island has become an ocean
and my boat's too small.
The waves are crashing in
and I can't save this sinking ship.
I sent out signal flares,
but no one out there seems to care.
Now the voice inside my head
is the only thing that I have left.
This is the part where I'll admit
I'm getting what I deserve.
The sweet sound of my last breath.
Love the one whose going down, watch her as she sinks,
Christen Henry