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It's the kind of heavy heat
That makes it hard to breathe
It's the kind of heat that makes you lose your mind

It's like treading water
In a deep, deep river
But the bank is just too steep to climb

It's like winter hiking
On a frozen-over path
And trying not to fall and break your ass

It's longing for a future
For some bright and better day
And knowing it may never come to pass

It's watching a big ol' storm
Form right above your head
And knowing that you'll never beat it home

And when it finally breaks,
The rain starts comin' down in sheets
And pretty soon, you're soaked right to the bones

It's feeling like your bones
Have all turned into lead
And you just can't move, no matter how you try

And it seeps into your blood
And man, it really feels like hell
To be poisoned from inside

It's the feeling in your stomach
When there's something you forgot
And the panic when you try to find out what

But you never can remember
So you have to just contend
With the awful feeling in your gut

It's trying to explain
But they just never get the point
Eventually, you just have to call it quits

And you're stuck between the hope
That someday, they might come around
And wondering why you even bother with this