What is the reason we feel so smal when we want our actions to matter
We´re all just part of a bigger thing
Feels like they are reaching for our hand instead of giving us the ladder
Relations close before they even start
When I fall, do you promise you will pick me up
If we drown, let our shoes float up again
They will walk again with someone else
So they´re better off than we ever where
Blank faces, cold and emotionless just to protect ourselves
We can handle the the cold for a little bit longer, but soon you will find out
Throwing snowballs ain´t that fun in june