Quicksand

Hid my wrists under silver chains
And hair ties when I went on dinner dates
Played a fool but they don't complain
I guess nothings changed
Now a pro at masking all my pain
Faint at heart but it's something that I won't say
Done with trying to make it go away
It doesn't anyway

Terrified of quicksand
Holding too tight
I keep sinking deeper
Anxiety high
Learned that kindness always comes at a price
No one lends a hand
Fucking quicksand

I've become a shell of myself
Left a note on the mirror
Says "gone to hell"
And I'm too proud to ever ask for help
I hope you wish me well
(I hope you wish me well)

Done with trying to make it go away
(Oh, no, no)
It doesn't anyway
Done with trying to make it go away
(Oh, no, no)
It doesn't anyway

Terrified of quicksand
Holding too tight
I keep sinking deeper
Anxiety high
Learned that kindness always comes at a price
No one lends a hand
Fucking quicksand
(I hope you wish me well)



Credits
Writer(s): Maddy Abela, Rich Tuorto, Maggie Roberts
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