please, take my hand, i'll lead you into the deepest waters and tell you the same thing, no matter how many times we do; we’ll never drown. if we were walking straight into an erupting volcano i would still tell you the same thing; we’ll never die. there are some words that will pollute our minds, then some words that will haunt us forever, but there are some words that are necessary. i will never tell you the same three words that many have died for. but, i will tell you the same thing i’ve been telling my depression; i won’t be drowned by you, nor will i die because of you. i’ll use these two hands and build my own goddamn dreams and i'd be dead before i let you tear them down. take my hand into the sea and take it into the fire– you belong to me.