i always knew summer was fleeting
but never that winter suffered the same fate
is there a season that doesn't change?
because this love seems to be following
the same patterns
the same disappointments
i always knew time was passing
but not that it carried any true weight
is there a second that doesn't fade?
because this life seems to be following
the same patterns
the same disappointments
it may be a new year but that just means
new ways to fail myself and relive memories
because i live each day like it's my last
and still find a way to have regrets
(and i have them)