It's our push and pull
The hot and cold
The cycle that gets all too old.
The frost thaws only temporarily
Spring is a lie, when the cold comes back, everything dies.
A promise of flowers and warmth, yet grey skies and icy eyes are all that remain.
Spring is a broken promise.
Or is that just how winter sees it?
They live in a constant fight with one another.
Spring's cloud's will cry and winter will come back around to freeze their tears.
Spring is a lie, until the day winter lets them go.
But that's something her icy heart had to know.
Spring would always favour summer.
Summer was happy, and never a bummer.
Spring was never a lie, Winter lied to themselves.
