Madness
I can't stand the madness
in my little, tired heart,
but sometime
I must make a start;
'cause my head
can't take much more,
i might just die
trying to reach a shore;
I'm being pulled under
by the raging current;
I'm drowning in love,
I'm sure of it.
<3
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