what should i write about, my life is not so bare i have let it out this feeling's not fair just let this be and feel your worst complacency has taken a turn the chill of summer starts to burn as this day goes memories all but forgetten memory will, well its built up sometime ago i was tossed and just like that, just like that half filled cup leaving winter so far behind can't seem to call you mine i fear now that its time to call you back cause youre the one when dust meets dawn on top of the sun.