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The creeping seasons end, with reminders of sorrow

Always wishing it was then, never tomorrow

Craving the touch of skin , our time is borrowed

Retreating to my den, where will I go

Calm the wind it blows

Where ill go , I don't know

I cry for a different timeline, in which we still remain

Each and every year it grows colder, and our memories fade

Every thing began to crumble, our foundation's cracked

Visions of my past begin to blur, there's no going back

I try to see

Storylines they bleed between

Each other's harmony

Our struggle, nostalgia

Holding on to what once was

A season of wonder

No longer in my heart

Once there, no longer

Resolution for all that's gone

I struggle , grasping on

I cry for a different timeline, in which we still remain

Each and every year it grows colder, and our memories fade

Every thing began to crumble, our foundation's cracked

Visions of my past begin to blur, there's no going back