Wars - Eliza Shaddad

I know the way you’re standing

It’s sweet, I’m in trouble

I tried to fade away

Melt from the morning faze

If I could escape

I’m bounded by wait

I mustn’t let my thoughts straight again

Who wins these little wars?

Who are you fighting for?

There’s not a song from your mouth

Spilling out and shouting louder

I can’t hear it very well

I feel it down in every sound

Never seem but how you felt

You ruin everything still

It’s not enough to step away

I’m bounded till we separate

And I mustn’t let my thoughts straight again

Who wins these little wars?

Who are you fighting for?

Who wins these little wars?

Who are you fighting for?

Rushing race, sting your skin

Like an arrow to your origins

And I can’t feel you for the blood

You always sort it yourself alone

And not a drop is ever spilled

Showing off now all your skills

You see how thick it really is

But who wins these little wars?

Who are you fighting for?

Who wins these little wars?

Who are you fighting for?

Who are you fighting for?

I don’t think I should take this anymore!