What if I was wrong?
What if I was wrong in believing the bright side never got dull?
I realize now the beauty in the emerald pool
The surface calm and still like a perfect home
But every house has cracks to fill
Familiar waters rushing in
Indifference swept me under
Does it carry me or do I let my feet sink firmly in the sand?
When will I learn this comfort is not mine to deify?

Cauterize and tie
Pour cement insidе
Concrete as my blood
Sewn feet to thе carpet I stand and watch my bed
Walked for days and left nothing and felt nothing

To be stone
To be clear
To be nowhere near
To be stone
To be clear
To finally disappear

What if I don't know if I smile with no regret?
When I came to water and swam around in it
Rest my head on something soft for a change
Maybe it's supposed to be this way