All that matters seem so small.
In the spring of summer winters fall.
All the leaves die inside your mind.
Stuck to the frozen tree of the blind.

Closing credits start to roll.
Everyone’s been in the play.
Now they are all just waiting.
For me to have my way.

You knew it all along.
The lyrics to my song.
And the sound you made me make.
As I drowned you in the lake.

When you feel a stronger pull.
Try not to move ahead.
While walking down the plank.
Choose memory instead.