SBM

The summer days are gone too soon, you shoot the moon and miss completely. And now you're left to face the gloom, the empty room that once smelled sweetly. Of all the flowers you plucked, if only you knew the reason why you had to each be lonely. Was it just the season?

Now the fall is here again. You can't begin to give in, it's all over. When the snows come rolling through, you're rolling too with some new lover. Will you think of times you've told me that you knew the reason why we had to each be lonely? It was just the season.

I guess there's nothing left to say but thank you, for everything.