like a song that's been sung before this seems all too familiar but strangely distinct.
this time it's every man for himself, nature's harshest reality.
held under water, can we help each other?
or is it too late?
gasping for air, lungs filled with water.
is it over? is it too late? i never meant to hurt you, so delicate, so innocent, so sweet.
now i'm dealing with the guilt, the consequences of our independence game. held under water, can we help each other?
or is it too late?
gasping for air, lungs filled with water. is it over?
is it too late?