The seasons are in the midst of change
no one will exchange
something has taken over
just want a 4 leaf clover
A black wind has brushed my face
couldn't embrace
(roots) tug at my feet
You have me beat
I fight to stay alive
taking a downward dive
an infinite battle
its caused more than a rattle
This was not my choice
just hear my voice
a form of obtuse
I wont hang the noose
Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 6:32 PM UTC
The seasons are in the midst of change
no one will exchange
something has taken over
just want a 4 leaf clover
A black wind has brushed my face
couldn't embrace
(roots) tug at my feet
You have me beat
I fight to stay alive
taking a downward dive
an infinite battle
its caused more than a rattle
This was not my choice
just hear my voice
a form of obtuse
I wont hang the noose
