The year of 2015 · 2:08am Mar 9th, 2016
In the dead of winter,
When youre all alone
You'll be thinking of summer
and how its gone.
And I cant help but wonder
will my warmth be missed at all?
I geuss the past leaves us all
chilled out or hot with hunger
I'm not gonna miss any small kiss
Im not going to think of the failed closeness
I just wonder if it hit you
when I swung
I suppose time changes minds
and new people come to life
but right now I'm just wondering
why what seems good is actually wrong