The Fourth Season

On yourroad you can dig inside your heart

and you'll find a reason not to give in

i can see your face within a frame

hazel sad eyes are haunting me everyday

In our lives, many memories remain

and the voice in my head says it's not too late

years gone by, falling snow after the gray

sleeping and losing my last chance to be aware

Let me know what is your fairytale

useless hazy lines inside a book i didn't write

so please tell me your lies once again

and the ending will be just a new betray

something missin from a pale sight

The fourth season of my life has come so fast

it chains me between the sky and the ground

now it's too late for me, you won't be there

taking my cold hand tell me that

all this is just a bad dream

To turn the page it's not easy as it seems

what we need now is one more bad word to say

deliverance as a tool to break the rage

i could forgive you as i've always done before

I am waiting for your fairytale

empty lies to hide your mud and try to look so nice

i have shut the door and that is all

while i see you going crazy i blow your mind

you won't hook my heart another time

The fourth season of my life has come, has come

taking my hand tell me: "now it's too late"

now it's too late for me

you won't be there