Winter's creeping up on me.
Either summer was shorter, or global warming.
misplaced records, and untied tennis shoes, a half burned photograph of you.
Of course I couldn't see it through.
Cause if so no wonder I question my worth.
I wonder if I’ll ever be truly happy.
I know only time can say but honesty it doesn't look that way.
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