its that time of year again
leaves are falling down
i'm not the only one who's hibernating
but its that time of year again
when i'm wondering if
if ill make it out alive
and i know...ill be fine
when the summer dies tonight
we'll scream "why the start of the end?"
but who was holding the knife?
summer will never mend
life is but a game
Winter was never heard
we're falling, taking the blame
left ashamed and unsure
its that time of year again
plows are pushing snow
on my front porch fighting the bitter cold
but its that time of year again
how could you leave me here
bored and tired fighting my worst fears
but i know...ill be fine
when the summer dies tonight
we'll scream "why the start of the end?"
but who was holding the knife?
summer will never mend
life is but a game
Winter was never heard
falling, taking the blame
left ashamed and unsure
its that time of year again
friends are going home
here's a toast to being lethargic and alone
but its that time of year again
it's not what it seems
first flight out and i'm ripping apart at the seams
but i know...ill be fine

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