Quicksand

Every move I make...

it gets worse.

And I can't stop moving.

I'm trying to fix it but the fix is making it worse

Every step forward feels like I'm moving in reverse I patch one

hole and another one appears I dry one eye and another one

tears I'm running out of moves,

running out of time Running out of patience,

running out of mind

Every time I reach up,

something pulls me back down

And the more I fight it,

the more I drown

I can't get out,

I can't get up

I'm reaching for the surface but I'm sinking in the mud And

the harder that I fight it,

the faster that I fall I'm screaming at the top but nobody

hears at all

Quicksand,

quicksand Every move I make just pulls me deeper in

Quicksand,

quicksand I'm fighting for my life but I'm sinking in the end

Quicksand,

quicksand The more I try to fix it,

the more it falls apart

Quicksand,

quicksand I'm stuck inside the sinking of my own heart

I try to talk it out,

it turns into a war I try to walk away,

it follows me out the door I try to hold it together,

it crumbles in my hands I try to make a plan,

it never goes the way I planned

Every good intention turns into a mistake

Every hand I reach for is the hand that's gonna break I'm

not trying to be dramatic,

I'm just telling you the truth

Everything I touch turns to dust and I don't know what to

do

I can't get out,

I can't get up

I'm reaching for the surface but I'm sinking in the mud And

the harder that I fight it,

the faster that I fall I'm screaming at the top but nobody

hears at all

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Quicksand, quicksand

Every move I make just pulls me deeper in

Quicksand,

quicksand

I'm fighting for my life but I'm sinking in the end

Quicksand,

quicksand

The more I try to fix it,

the more it falls apart

Quicksand,

quicksand I'm stuck inside the sinking of my own heart

Maybe if I stop moving...

...I won't sink so fast.