On lonely nights I start to fade.
All of it doesn't seem like enough to keep my head lost in the voices of your rejection.
The street lights, the bad news, the heartbreak, the nightmares, the paranoia...
Spring is on its way
And I can't say im anything less than ready.
The snow is starting to thaw, and I can taste the difference in the air.
This year will be better...
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