The Swamp

The swamp, it pulls me
And cradles, me down.
The heat, destroys me
The deathbed, foul.

But I'm not scared of dying
I'm only scared of making you cry.
And I'm not want for trying
I'm just a tourist passing you by
I'm just a passenger saying good-bye.

The road, has no more turning
The yearning, breaks.
We fall, together
The heartbreak, takes.

But I'm not scared of dying
I'm only scared of making you cry.
And I'm not want for trying
I'm just a visitor passing you by
I'm just a passenger waving good-bye.

But I'm not scared of dying
I'm only scared of making you cry.
And I'm not want for trying
I'm just a visitor passing you by
I'm just a passenger waving good-bye.