As the world keeps turning i can feel it's cold embrace.
I would have never expected it to be such a cruel place.
As the faces come and go, it's yours i can't rid from my mind.
The seasons change and i still can't get myself to have a good time.
So as i stumble around with my mediocre mind.
I'll try to find something worthwhile to help pass the time.
But with little hope for a better start,
I can't help but feel that i might soon fall apart.
But what if this time it really is different?
Knowing my luck i'll still be feeling indifferent.
I guess all i can do is gather my thoughts and run.
Trying my best to keep up with the sun.