SEASONS FOR THE FORLORN
I see the spring come
I see the bloom
Pretty flowers everywhere
Like the kind I used to put in my hair
But it is nothing I care about, furthermore
I doubt there is anything I really care about anymore
I see the blossoming life
I see children's smiles
Laughing like there is no tomorrow
Living carefree, as if they've forgotten all sorrows
It is nothing I desire, wish or want
Because in the end, it's those memories that haunt.
I see the radiant glow of the places
I see the warmth in them
Like an inviting dwelling, a pleasant home
A place you go to when the wrong cards are shown
But if I'm to stay, how long is too long?
And even if I go in there, how will I belong?
I've seen the winter come
I've seen the spring go
I guess I'll live a few seasons more
Just to see how long till everyone goes
It's as if I've been sad for so freaking long
That I have to get used to being forlorn
Because nobody stays once the time is up
Everybody chooses to just give up.
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