40 Oz. Nothing Changes
The fall of autumn is around
as i watch the leaves change from green to brown
walking outside in the air
you relize that theres no one there
the winter now is cold
every year we get old
as things always change
everything moves out of screaming range
look at me at this nothing
it comes closer thou were running
the tides of change are in
which begins the start of the end
the winter now is cold
every year we get old
as things always change
everything moves out of screaming range
exuse me can i borrow
one ounce of sorrow
saddness today
all changed by tommorow