Way past the seasons, we're cold here on our own. Winters we are lonely, but we are not alone.

We stagger and we fumble, I guess that it's the fall. We've been here once before I think, hell we've been through it all.

For what this life has taught me, I can't replace a thing. I spent my days wasted away, god damn I miss the spring.

But summers not upon us, I'm sure that it won't last. But seasons come and go my friends, so make the good times last.

Some people will love you, some strangers will care. Despite when they judge you, with feelings impaired.