Seasons

I'm trying all to fight my reasons
It seems that I might be stuck in my ways
Some days it’s easier to question all that I am doing
Some days it’s nothing that feels right
Finding me out, I get lost in my own words
I’m losing the best of me

(tomorrow, today)

Every night of summer
I‘m so full of drive, so why bother?
As the days are colder
I feel limp and so much older

I’m trying all to get my head right
It seems that I might have to take a turn
Some days it’s easier to hide behind what I am feeling
Some days it’s not worth any fight
Finding me out, I get lost in my own words
I’m losing the best of me

(tomorrow, today)

Every night of summer
I‘m so full of drive, so why bother?
As the days are colder
I feel limp and so much older

When it’s colder I can’t seem to bother

I will surrender late of September, I’m so lost
I can’t remember my word in December, ‘cause I can’t feel myself in the cold
I need a sign, more sun to shine

Every night of summer
I‘m so full of drive, so why bother?
As the days are colder
I feel limp and so much older