the ocean spoke, sick of smelling salty air and rotten oak

water seeping through, the salt corrodes the mechanism

they do anything to stop the flow

sounds of creaking metal fill the inner factory

the ocean water drips down to the floor

i know it ain’t important what this ever meant to me

but there’s a voice that begs me to abort

i’m tryna see the best of me, they wanna see me left to bleed

gazes stay around, let me gather how to avoid a tragedy

you’ll find my body face down in the waves by the stone shore

to be swept away while the world prays for the next rain is what i hope for

what is it like to be weak? i cannot remember what it feels like

erase me from the worlds memories, i won’t compete, nah i just wanna feel alright

what is it like to be me? they cannot imagine what it feels like

scar tissue covered hands, yeah i feel protected but there ain’t a sword that i could at ever wield right