Beneath the wind
And through the trees
Stuck between two worlds
Walking gets heavy
To many trees
Climbing higher
Sinking faster
Fighting to get through
Fighting to rescue you.
Fighting to comfort you
To sick to help
To many times
To many promises
Don't say I don't care
I really do
Truth is I'm to sick to rescue you.
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