I Started To Sink Like

Pronouns Really Don't Matter In A Song - 'i' Or 'he' Or 'she' Or Even Subscribing A Lyric To An Inanimate Object.

I Need Some Meaning I Can Memorize. The Kind I Have Always Seems To Slip My Mind.

One By One I Drowned All The People I’d Been.

Cause I Swear That I'm Dying, Slowly But Its Happening.

Because The Truth Is That Gossip Is As Good As Gospel In This Town. You Can Save Face But You Won't Ever Save Your Soul. And That's A Fact.