Crashing by D.D.

Those lows, oh those crashing lows. Where my arms are in a straight jacket And my feet are sinking in quicksand.
Those blues, oh those crashing blues. Where I’m drowning in self pity
And nothing more to lose.
Those depths, oh those crashing depths. With no hope for my recovery
And destroyed by self discovery.

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