Oh, sweet november why must you outrun me like this? Overtaking my existence by everlasting darkness and bitter.
Sweeping me of my feet while the others watch giddy by, only to freeze my heart out of place. Oh, why must you play me like sand in the wind?
Experience is a fool's last request to include as for only is it a matter of time to put it on replay in front of my very own eyes.
I know I should've know better then to let kindness guide me through the utter blackness you call 'light'.
So keep your eyes open as summer in herfst's clothing can sneek up on you and become the backstabber back.