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.