Another Tragedy In Too Deep
It's almost too much to deal with. There's no good reason I care. It's just that things aren't so simple. I close my eyes and just stare. The only things that matter are the choices on our way and the decisions we make. So we close our eyes, open our minds and separate. The quicksand's pulling me down. I've got no love for no other. And the weight on my shoulders just pushes me down. And the quicksand pulls me down, I've got no love for no other.