Like a ship drifting on the sea untethered, I wash ashore
What use does a boat have on land?
I can not move, no one understands
Barely tall enough, I keep my head above the rising tides
The sun slowly dips, and I start to slip
Oh, this time I cannot hide
And through days and weeks of constant tension the rope that I cling on to frays
And as I lay there wishing to feel anything else
I tell myself, “One more day”

One more day
One more chance to tell myself
Try again, try again
Try again, try again
Try one more day
One more day
Aaah