Senses Fail

This island has become an ocean
and my boat is way to small.
The waves are crashing in
and I can"t save this sinking ship.
I sent out signal flares,
but no one out there seems to care.
Now the voice inside my head
is the only thing that I have left.
This is the part where I"ll admit
I"m getting what I deserve.
And now I"m lost at sea,
I"m drowning in what I won"t be.
I"m haunted by the sound.
(sweet sound of my last breath)
20 days at sea,
My skin is blistered from the heat.
I can beg and I can plea
What I get is never what I need.
This is the part where I"ll admit,
I"m getting what I deserve.
And now I"m lost at sea;
I"m drowning in what I won"t be.