I drag you under like you fell a thousand feet, My hands will always pull you down, They're the hands of gravity, I will face the fact, That you won't come back, These cuts are far too deep. I am everything that you don't need, I am everything that you don't need. Well a part of me is lost at sea, Where the tides are far too strong, And the air I breathe, Will suffocate my lungs. What have I become? There are questions I always tend to ask myself, Why I am who I am, Instead of being someone else, And all this time life is a line, We're all queuing up to die, With no answers why. With no answers why. Well a part of me is lost at sea, Where the tides are far too strong, And the air I breathe, Will suffocate my lungs. Well a part of me is lost at sea, Where the tides are far too strong, And the air I breathe, Will suffocate my lungs. What have I become? What have I become? What have I become? What have I become? What have I become? And the air I breathe, Will suffocate my lungs. Well a part of me is lost at sea, Where the tides are far too strong, And the air I breathe, Will suffocate my lungs. What have I become?