I used to think i hated last summer with all its arguements, neglect and drama, At least we were together then, and trying to make it work. I remember when you said \"maybe we could spend just one more summer togther.\" thats what it was indeed, one more summer together. The warm winds changed and with it came the cold and the changing of the leaves shorter days longer nights, and with the approach of autumn you were gone, here iam to endure the cold alone, which is quite suiting i suppose, the cold makes for a lonley place,
iam lost no one will love me now not through the cold, not through these nights.
Maybe when summer arrives I will be warm again.
