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Bathing under the bright midday light
I see you sinking down into your watery grave
Going ten feet under water, you take your hate with you
Why not leave everything ontop the park bench...

I extend my hand out to you
You've got the audacity to smirk while you sink deeper
Why not leave everything on top the park bench,
And take this hand...

Underwater, you still dare not take a breath.

Even when death is staring you in the face...you still...hate...
Going ten feet under water, you take your curses with you
Why not leave everything ontop the park bench...
Even now yous still linger and hold onto this hate.

Even though this is pond, you seem to know the way to aggravate
This situation, it would be so much better for you
If you just let me help you deal..with whatever...

Under the bright midday night...you smirk...still holding onto hatred
You seem resistent to changing...I pull back in my hand
I watch you as you sink all the while cursing...