All my life
What i mistook for friendly pats on the back
Were really the hands that pushed me further and further down
The more i struggle, the less i achieve
Deep, chlorine breath
Minutes bleed into hours, bleed into days
Something keeps me in this disinfected womb
We see things differently in daylight, i suppose
I mean, everything is an excuse for something
But my conscience is intact
I can deny everything
I'm waving into blind eyes
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