Seasons change into past
And leave me be
I’ll wait till the morning has gone away
And turned into dawn
She has come, gone away
Turns back time, other days
When she screams
She takes back the autumn that’s turned to grey
And whispers in the rain
Wait for the day when we went on the run
Wait for the day when they took away the sun
Broken glass made to last
Cuts my skin, heals so fast
photo by me
