Sometimes I get the feeling, you're sitting next to me
Other times you seem so far away
Like canvas spread tight cross a frame, just about to tear
Waiting for your brush to stroke my face
Now I've survived some harsh life lessons, hope this one's soon past
Cuz I've fought on for far too long, my tear stained flag half mast
But I know I'll get through, in the end
I find no shame in shipwrecks, much more than six feet down
Knowing that the captain's down below
But some find empty vessels there, and those I do abhor
Knowing of the fear that took control
For I sunk down, down t...