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by Our 11th Hour

Our 11th Hour is Chris Blakley and Patrick Blakley.




Let the bough/bow break.
Watch it leak.
I don’t see much to save.
Watch it crumble,
then you can see how much “I’m sorry” means to me.

I’m rid of you.
The strongest survive,
and the flood will bring you down.
And you’re rid of me,
but I’m tucked away as a vivid nightmare!

Will you head for the buoys for your life,
or wait for the current to subside?
What’s worth your whole life?

I can’t get up baby but it’s far from over.
It’s a setup that’s splitting us apart,
and yet I am having trouble to breathe.
Baby, this is far from over.
It’s a setup!
The stopping of my heart is splitting us apart.

And I’m rid of you.
The strongest survive,
and the flood will bring you down.
And you’re rid of me,
but I’m tucked away as a livid nightmare!

I can’t get up baby but it’s far from over.
It’s a setup that’s splitting us apart,
and yet I am having trouble to breathe.
Baby, this is far from over.
It’s a setup that’s stopping of my heart,
it’s splitting us apart.

I’m rid of you and you’re rid of me.
It’s splitting us apart.

Written by: Patrick Blakley

Submitted on: October 29, 2022

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