Quicksand (original)

I’m feeling stuck
I’m feeling stuck
What the fuck
I’m feeling stuck

I’m feeling stuck
I’m feeling stuck
Don’t know what to do
Guess I’ll strap on my shoe
Been feeling stuck

It’s like quicksand
Up to my thigh
I get more trapped
The harder I try
I reach out for
A helping hand
But all I grasp
Is more quicksand

Oh let me go
Let me go
I want to flow
Let me go

Said let me go
Let me go
I step outside
I’m not gonna hide
And I let go

Puerto Escondido, Mexico
Rewritten later

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