You can't turn back. I'm staring out my window, watching all the clouds go by. It's starting to look like winter, and it's gettin' kind of cold inside. I guess when all is said and done, I've gotta bow out gracefully. If time can make the seasons change, It's bound to make a change on me.
Desperation rears it's ugly head.
Give me the will to fight. Make the final call. Lots of broken hearts to repair, So I learned to confide in myself. No rhyme, no reason, no place to hide to try and escape the pain inside. No love lost.