Drowning....

They say there's plenty fish in the sea, but my lines could never catch 'em
There's so many out there, I'm like "damn, why can't I catch one?"
I start off fishing just to end up swimming
Damnit! I can't swim, so I just end up drowning
This happens every time, I guess the water's deep enough
Maybe it's a sign to stop, but yet I keep it up
All I wanted is the right catch, maybe it already passed me
Or maybe there's a line out there waiting to catch me
Maybe I should use a net and try to trap 'em
But with my luck I bet I still couldn't catch one
Maybe it's the bait I choose, or maybe the bait's been used
...maybe the bait's been abused
Maybe they see right through it or just don't see it
Or maybe they do see it but they just don't need it
Or maybe I do catch 'em but I just don't reel it
Maybe I'm afraid to "real" it
Afraid to feel it, afraid that I won't conceal it
Maybe I'm too focused on me to even deal with it
Maybe I'm not fishing at all and just over-seeing the sea
And just see what I wanna see instead of seeing the sea
These are the thoughts I'm always drowning in, lounging in
I'm up but then I'm down again, these thoughts keep pounding in
Maybe I should leave that pond I always ponder in
Or maybe jump in that pond and just launder in
Maybe I should drop the bait and learn how to swim
Maybe if I play less games, I could finally win …
-Fabine R