I no longer wake with the memory,
But I constantly dream throughout the day,
a task too hard to keep the ghost of my victims away.

For those who are loved and also love back,
those are the lovers, the lovers that last.

We're all going somewhere else
(some place different)
than where we are right now.
We're all going to go on our way
to somewhere new one day.
I may go with her.
She may go with him.
He may go with me.
But wherever we're going
we're going to be there.
someday soon
someday later
we'll be there

August brought the chilly weather
And the buds of blooming leaves
But you brought the tears to my eyes
And the knowledge that I wasn’t free

December brings snow-covered grounds
And the perfect weather for cuddling
But you brought your hands and that sadistic grin
And made it the perfect weather for smuggling

April brings the shining sun
With flowers popping up from the ground
But with you, came the gray skies
And all hope of being saved was profound

July brought the sun
And the heat with it too
But you brought the insecurities
And the feelings that I wouldn't ‘do’

July said ‘Goodbye’ and moved into August
Giving me hope anew
And with their farewells, just like the seasons,
I said goodbye too.