My tears are cutting through this page like
Razor [bad word] from my cheeks
And i cant speak but they they do it for me
Well i swim in the ocean of other divotian
And i can only hope u swim too
Even though the waters are deep
All the clouds are rolling through oh ohh

I can feel the wind its pushing me
And i can feel that i am sinkind slowly
And as i lose control i know ill never stop
Holding on on

Call it a blessing call it a curst call it how u wil
There is somethin worse than persistanses but i am searching still
See there i go again refusing to give in
To the possibility of losing my abillity to think
Or to hide but here i am opened wide 
take a look and make it fast one quick  look
at beter last because

I can feel the wind and its pushing me
And i can feel that i am sinkind slowly
And as i lose control i know ill never stop
Holding on on