Isolation, desolation, we have nothing better to show for our mistakes.
Rotting and sitting in the fetal position at the bottom of the sea.
Dreams used to guide us in better times, but times are dead.
Tomorrow you’ll see an old friend, how beautiful they still are.
Swimming in the water, you cannot drown yourself. You are living forever, and you can only pass away when you’ve had a reason to live.
No truer purpose.