Seasons

The flowers that I gave you are wilted in your vase

And the photos that we took are still at my place

The sheets on my bed are stained with your lips

And now my mind is taking me back to our first kiss

Jaded screens as I get faded seems enough

Make believe when I see little gleams of us

But in reality we can never go back to what was

So our tragedy will live on in dreams till dusk

Seasons come and seasons go

Its all the same if you don't wanna grow

Its all the same if you don't wanna grow

Seasons come and seasons go

Its all the same if you don't wanna grow

Its all the same if you don't wanna grow

You think you changed but your face is still low

Yesterday's tomorrow, you need to let go

You think you changed but your face is still low

Yesterday's tomorrow, you need to let go