Slowly at first, but then rapidly descending.
I hear you from above call out my name
but you don't seem to know why I'm flailing.
You had set me free from your love with nothing.
You had said that we were no good together,
and now you come happily back,
like a hero to save me from this dark and turbulent sea.
I will tell you now that it is too late for me to be saved.
If you had truly wanted to be with me
you wouldn't have left me to drown
in the pain and hurt that floods my soul.
Written by Angela Ostrander ©1998
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