I wonder: what are we fighting for?
When I say out loud, “I wanna get out of this!”
I wonder, is there anything I’m gonna miss?
I’m swimming through a bittersweet fog.
Others seem to be floating, but I fear that I’m drowning.
I wonder: what are we fighting for?
When I say out loud, “I wanna get out of this!”
I wonder, is there anything I’m gonna miss?
I’m swimming through a bittersweet fog.
Others seem to be floating, but I fear that I’m drowning.
