When I think that I'm on my way the darkest clouds come for me calmly waiting for disaster I think of all the seasons how the hardest time is yet to come
In my head I was always 18 I thought I knew how to live my life
But now she's crying in my arms saying summer ends flowers fade but there is nothing I can do
Summer's end here it comes don't try to run cause there's no running from it
Father's death lures around the corner the slow decline of the family tree the say my pain will make me stronger the youth with skull is on the rise