The season of good will they say
my favorite time of the year...

No inspiration
in my head...

I want to let my years
steam down my fragile face...

As i stand upon deaths ridge
which way will i chose to fall...

You look through me daily
pretend to care of how i feel...

Don't know how
I'm gunna explain...

Please don't go
please don't leave...

I was vulnerable and you knew that
me, a lost girl you saw...

You'd think I'd see it coming
remember from before...

Soaked in this wide spread ocean
i bathe in my tears surrounding...

Shut these eyes so tightly clasped
ill hold this ring around my heart...

Walking down this lonely track
this dusty dirty road...