We are aimless.
We are without dreams.
We are shameless,
Or so it seems
...
Paint stain on my yellow shirt
And tangles in my hair
Nails unpolished
But I don't care
...
Summer disappears before our eyes
As does the sunlight
So close to gone, it is,
That I can hear winters cries
...
This head says you're replaceable,
This heart yearns for more
I must realize, you are erasable,
For I was alive before
...
Chills to my spine
And hand over heart
Tears to my eyes
You'll hear me wine
...