Carrying your casket on my back
Sifting through the remains of all I once had that I now lack
Winters retreating
And with my sun soaked skin
I'll feel whole again
I'll feel whole again
Painting a portrait of the past
Every unsteady line
The same as the last
Summers retreating
And with my sun burnt skin
I'll feel whole again
Please let me feel whole again
The seasons change but I stay the same.
And each spring I awaken to find that my garden is still dead. So on bruised knees with bleeding nails I dig and scrape through the depths of my mind to accomplish nothing but the passing of time. And you promised that we would make amends and come together in the end but you've left the burden on me to uphold.
And I guess I'm not as strong as I thought.