 How's it feel, how's it feel to be left out there,
In the smoke, in the cold, in the midnight air.
Does it hurt, does it burn,
To be unaware of the torture, of a white lie.
I don't know where you are, so why do I care.
I know we're both even, so whys it feels unfair.
Some say, that four seasons,
Are enough for a lifetime of change.
I hope when you think of me,
You remember the love that I gave.
(When our seasons change)
How's it feel, can you deal with the rise and fall,
Of a life that ignites like a mirror ball,
And I wonder are you still afraid of the dark.
I don't know where you are, so why do I care.
I know we're both even, so whys it feels unfair.
Some say, that four seasons,
Are enough for a lifetime of change.
I hope when you think of me,
You remember the love that I gave.
This is the life I left behind,
This is the memory of you,
That's still embedded in my mind.
Some say, that four seasons,
Are enough for a lifetime of change.
I hope when you think of me,
You remember the love that I gave.
(When our seasons change)
Some say, that four seasons,
Are enough for a lifetime of change.
I hope when you think of me,
You remember the love that I gave.
(When our seasons change)
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