As I grow
(You let me down)
One day snowflakes will form
(You let me down)
From precarious clouds
While they fall the fruitful daffodils may emerge from seeds of sentiment
(I believed all your lies I really believed)
For the seasons are bound to collide
(I really believed)
As the sky conjures sorrow
(In you)
My bouquet multiplies with unpredictability and diversity
(I believed in you)
Concurrently July's fever dawns
(I believed in you)
Illuminating the flowers' true hues
When the seasons collide
As the trees transform
(The night)
At the hands of autumn's blessing
The beauty of the flowers becomes overshadowed and thus forgotten
(Will always be followed by day)
Yet my adaptive heart flows steadily finding comfort in cyclical change
For the seasons are bound to collide
(What do you want from me what do you want from me)
As I go to make rid of the leaves in preparation for next winter's advent
I find no leaves
(What do you want)
Only lifeless empty branches their passion muted
For it is impossible to assign a time
For when the seasons will collide
What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?