Help,

I can't breathe in your atmosphere.

I cling on to your clouds,

But your wind brushes me off like dust.

Your game is broken.

A dealer as our savior,

And you play me like solitaire.

Can't you understand?

You constantly hand out spades,

See the depth of your crooked nature.

My world is a walking desert.

Blue is the color of our ocean,

Face the true ending and drown with me.