Tell me, why I\'m going home like this
Why is it so bad and cold?
Wind chills my chest, covers the burning guilt
Shame in adolescent emotion
Wish it was calm as the Summer
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No sleeping and breathing
The two of them clash like planes
Nosedive into the great sea,
and will I meet you under the waves?
Wish it was passionate like Autumn
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Painkillers won\'t numb my head for long
Alcohol only seals my eyes for awhile
You\'re still creeping in my thoughts,
along with my final question
Am I still creeping in yours?
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It\'s as painful as the Winter