Cold winds tickle the trees
As light snow falls quietly
On the leaves of an evergreen
Forest
Grass falls as the storm grows
Winter whistling its bitter,
Freezing songs
Delicate patterns of frost
Drifting down from the clouds
Bringing the message of winter
Well yes, I am still young
You can call me a kid, but I will never again be
The toddler I was, smiling at joyous things
That I no longer enjoy now that I'm older,
And I like older kid things.
Hell yeah I told you
Why didn't you believe me?
I knew that it would end like this
But you said 'wait just trust me'
I want to say I told you
But Im starting to believe
That maybe you were right
I'm not sorry
Not sorry at all
I don't have regrets
You know what they say
Beter to love and lose than not love at all
but i kind of disagree
because to love is to gamble
You’re destined to pay
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