All my life

What I mistook for friendly pats on the back

Were really the hands that pushed me further and further down

The more I struggle, the less I achieve

Deep, chlorine breath

Minutes bleed into hours, bleed into days

Something keeps me in this disinfected womb



We see things differently in daylight, I suppose

I mean, everything is an excuse for something

But my conscience is intact

I can deny everything

I'm waving into blind eyes