A Storybook EndingThe Chill Of Summer

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.