And when everything around you suddenly turns to a dark grey
Leaving you in a bitter betray
You begin to question yourself of what you've done wrong to deserve any
But it sure feels as if you've done plenty
The trees so gloomy and bare naked
Losing their glorious color once there, so sacred
For the fog that crowds down everyday haunts you, your dreams once joyous
That bird that sits on its perch, sits there, nothing changes
How foolish?
You've gotten so used to change why couldn't it just happen to please you one more time?
