Seasonal Change (Angel of Sadness)

As my soul dwells in your past I kill for this moment to pass Al though I smile I find myself more and more suppressed As if, your casket was buried in my chest Yes, I breathe For I believe I am promised to leave And I hate the winter All the days of September I hate the center of a broad frost December And as the night expires My fright assumes your desires I feel I am not the child I used to be The privilege of this substance abuses me I hate to be the selfish man I have become But as if it were fate Sadness reigns past noon for some I hate the winter All the days of September I hate the center of a broad frost December