Listening to: This Ain`t A Scene, It`s An Arms Race- Fall Out Boy
Our emotions are like torrents and waves,
Like the seasons fighting for a short rein.
We start out warm and full of light,
Then turn into cold and into night.
We keep holding on through the rage of the snow.
Will we come out alive? We never know.
Then the snow stops and the sun comes out.
We know we love each other without a doubt.
It`s the change of seasons that makes it nice
If it was constantly the same, I wouldn`t wast my time
As a year goes by, the cycle restarts
And with it, you always have my heart.
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