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 "Drowning"

Am i drowning you out?
Boasts of defection
If everything was up to me,
I would be gone by the first sight
The first sight of hope I'd be packed up and out on my way.
Time has been spread so thin
And it's just hours 'fore the day begins.
And the things that are keepin you here are not keepin me here.
The things that are keepin you here
will keep me away.

And