Seasons

I'm trying all to fight my reasons

It seems that I might be stuck in my ways

Some days it’s easier to question all that I am doing

Some days it’s nothing that feels right

Finding me out, I get lost in my own words

I’m losing the best of me

(tomorrow, today)

Every night of summer

I‘m so full of drive, so why bother?

As the days are colder

I feel limp and so much older

I’m trying all to get my head right

It seems that I might have to take a turn

Some days it’s easier to hide behind what I am feeling

Some days it’s not worth any fight

Finding me out, I get lost in my own words

I’m losing the best of me

(tomorrow, today)

Every night of summer

I‘m so full of drive, so why bother?

As the days are colder

I feel limp and so much older

When it’s colder I can’t seem to bother

I will surrender late of September, I’m so lost

I can’t remember my word in December, ‘cause I can’t feel myself in the cold

I need a sign, more sun to shine

Every night of summer

I‘m so full of drive, so why bother?

As the days are colder

I feel limp and so much older