Dear, you.
Seasons are black and blue.
Whole isles burning in your sight.
They're out. Out for a fight. Why?
When you say it won’t help,
It just means,
You won’t help yourself realize,
Their ways, empty words.
Trust is so hard to earn,
Your place and see,
They can be out of control.
Don’t you see now?
That this, it isn’t fine.
Dear, you.
Have you heard the news?
Old pain still creeping in the night.
So speak up for your life, soon.
When you say it won’t help,
It just means,
You won’t help yourself,
Realize their ways, empty words.
Trust is so hard to earn,
Your place and see,
That they can be out of control.
Don’t you see now?
That this, it isn’t right.
How many times?
How many years?
How long will you let this go?
How many times,
They bet your fears,
How long will you let this go?
