floating away from the shore and fear thats been holding you back, for all of these years you should know, that this was not real taken aback by the words that he said you stayed up that night wishing that you were dead don't you know, that this was not for real sympathise with the troubles and needs clawing at your back while you try to sleep dont you know, that this is not real trying to find the right words to say but you know that theres nothing that'll keep your mind safe now you know, that this is not real