Swimming In An Empty Ocean

I laugh to keep from crying

All the fake crap they are buying

They don't know what to do

And I have no clue

 

They wonder why all the aggression

I don't know-- it could be depression

My friends don't see

This is not who I want to be

 

I don't know where to begin

All I know is there is no way to win

 

Some days I can swim

Hanging by one limb

 

But others days I drown

And I continue to go down

 

All I ask is, what's the potion?

To swimming in an empty ocean?

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