Maybe this is not death.
by In the beach
And then you got me under water.
Got me drowning
and got me falling.
Got no air,
I had to jump without my father.
He would help to call my mother.
And I was scared,
maybe with them it wasn't so fair.
I wasn't being me
Became the monster under my bed,
couldn't even control my head.
It was hurting,
now... I'm just dead.