Seasons
Why would I think you want more for me
when this arrangement is only temporary.
I'd give you a organ if It would save your life
but a simple room for me just wouldn't sacrifice.
Foolish of me to think of myself as more than just room and board.
Lesson learn now to that never more!
For every action there a reaction
and every cause there's an effort.
I hope this one doesn't ruin everything that we were meant.
Well this season has come and now it's gone
I stood though the rainy days and the storm
guess I'll pray for how i will carry on.
This thing with us really stab like a knife
gladly God heals all wounds in time.
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