Impulsiveness is like winter's call
Dressed in white, reaching out with a cold hand
Shivering bones collapse at his feet
What really comes after fall?
Plans turn to dust in the summer heat
Packed backs shoved into closets, pills returned to the lips
Spit still dripping like the river of lies
Wounds that haven't been inflicted bleed the most
Spring air forces its way out like a word
What have you done, a ghost whispers softly
The things you always wanted lay on the table
Stares cut you like a sword
Autumn buries pride, leaving shame
Broken promises linger like friends
Never really here, never really gone
Now let them reclaim what was never yours
