Winter’s last breath has burnt out in the sky
Beautiful pink blossoms as spring passed us by
Grasping with my fingers the last flake of hope
Long sleeves in summer, how will I cope?
Ice on the trees and snowflakes on the grass
Breathing in cold air as winter brushes past
Memories of frozen days, snow lay on the ground
Now these treasured days are nowhere to be found
The cuts are disappearing but there are still scars
Covered up by clothes, long sleeves on my arms
Hiding from the heat waves, never remove my disguise
I would rather burn, than be exposed to prying eyes
