November

So I'm waiting for this test to end, So these lighter days can soon begin; I'll be alone, but maybe more carefree, Like a kite that floats so effortlessly; I was afraid to be alone, But now I'm scared that's how I like to be; All these faces run the same, How can there be so many personalities? So many lifeless, empty hands, So many hearts in great demand; And now my sorrow seems so far away, Until I'm taken by these bolts of pain; But I turn them off, and tuck them away, Until those rainy days that make them stay; And then I'll cry so hard to these sad songs, And the words still ring, once here, now gone; And they echo through my head everyday, And I don't think they'll ever go away; Just like thinking of your childhood home, But we can't go back, we're on our own; Ohh. . . But I'm about to give this one more shot, And find it in myself, I'll find it in myself; So we're speeding towards that time of year, To the day that marks that you're not here; And I think I'll want to be alone, So please understand that I don't answer the phone; I'll just sit and stare at my deep blue walls, Until I can see nothing at all; Only particles, some fast, some slow, All my eyes can see is all I know; Ohh. . . But I'm about to give this one more shot, And find it in myself, I'll find it in myself; (Do, do, do, do-do-do) (x3)