At the bottom of the ocean beneath Mariana Trench,
Deep down was its grave,
There’s a demon in my psyche that’s turned me into a wretch,
Anxious is its name.
Truth be told, I never thought that you’d be dead.
Truth be told, I just can’t get you out my head.
Truth be told, I’ve been obsessing for so long,
I’d give anything to write a different song.
Truth be told, I should’ve been the one to go.
Truth be told, this burden’s getting hard to hold.
Truth be told, if I knew what was still in store,
Truth be told, I wouldn’t be caught around here no more.
My friend brings with it a thirst that simply just cannot be quenched,
I live as its slave.
All the nights I’ve spent thinking about you leave me feeling spent,
Life’s just so mundane.
Truth be told, I never thought that you’d be dead.
Truth be told, I just can’t get you out my head.
Truth be told, I’ve been obsessing for so long,
I’d give anything to write a different song.
Truth be told, I should’ve been the one to go.
Truth be told, this burden’s getting hard to hold.
Truth be told, if I knew what was still in store,
Truth be told, I wouldn’t be caught around here no more.
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