Endeavor
Once a small wish takes place
Overcomes our mind
Plays tricks on it
Then we feel like
There is no choice
Like there's no
No help at all
We find ourselves in disguise
Once we try to take
Take place what's not for us
Rip moss fields apart
From the grass
And yet
And yet nothing to lose
Every time, everyday
I thought we'd fall in grace
Had no choice
I meant to be like that
There's nothing to change
Every time, everyday
I thought we'd fall in grace
Had no choice
I meant to be like that
There's nothing to change
Writer/s: Whiteriver
