> Words disappear
Words weren't so clear
Only echos passing through the night.
The lines on my face
Your fingers once traced
Fading reflection of what was.
Thoughts re-arrange
Familar now strange
All my skin is drifting on the wind.
Spring brings the rain
With winter comes pain
Every season has an end.
I try to see through the disguise
But the clouds were there
Blocking out the sun(the sun).
Thoughts re-arrange
Familar now strange
All my skin is drifting on the wind.
Spring brings the rain
With winter comes pain
Every season has an end.
There's an end,
There's an end,
There's an end,
There's an end,
There's an end.