follow words and fizzy hands 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 