Still Living


What's my saving grace?
Only that I'm getting away
With it all messed up

I'm still living
Though in deep water
And not a good swimmer

I've already played my ace
Apparently
Anyway

I'm still getting away with it
Still messed up
But I'm living

In the end
There's nothing
To be getting away with

I just make it cos I'm living
Although I fall apart at times
I'm alive and that's all that matters
What's my saving grace?
Only that I'm getting away
With it all messed up



© 19th December 2004
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