All the time we've wasted here this evening
Brings me to the time i won't believe.
Waitin' for a consequential ending
To slap me in the face before I leave.
Its been hard to know myself
A state of mental health
The winter brings a change
To what I have contained
It's been hard to love myself
A state of mental health
A season brings that change
To what i have contained
The melody might bring a certain sorrow.
My will has never given up on me
And if you walk away and i should follow
I'll stop to wipe the dirt off from my feet.