in a winter scheme of things

Your words tend to

leave me upside down

 

Can you not read my eyes when they say that "I'm tired"

Then why do you push so hard?

Are you silenced?

Just sound it out.

 

Before I go

Just know I'll be back for you again

Before you know

I'll be home again

 

So if giving is taking

all that lives in me,

then why is your smile the only thing I care to see?

 

When you change your ways

I'll be back out to find you

But you dare not look for me

I was there,

When you found me out.