Almost
I know I’m almost there, though nothing will just ever be enough
And this effort I put in trying to make you turn around to me
Just ridiculously poofs into the air, slipping away
Well aren’t we just slaves of never having what we want most?
I know I’m almost there, though nothing will just ever be enough
And this effort I put in trying to make you turn around to me
Just ridiculously poofs into the air, slipping away
Well aren’t we just slaves of never having what we want most?