Seasons

People pass me by with

Blank and dark eyes just like

Dead lights they're spraying

November's cool breeze

Smoking cigarettes puff out cloud of blue

And the times seems like a fast forward tape and we run

To get somewhere barely but don't know where we go sadly

Just let yourself go cuz coldness will melt down and

These days will grows to seasons

We always want to find special

And want to get out from the normal

But the times seems like a fast forward tape and we run

To get somewhere barely but don't know where we go sadly

Just let yourself go cuz coldness will melt down and

These days will grows to seasons

To get somewhere barely

Let yourself go cuz coldness will melt down and

These days will grows to seasons

To get somewhere barely

Let yourself go cuz coldness will melt down and

These days will grows to seasons