what should i write about, my life is not so bare 
i have let it out this feeling's not fair 
just let this be and feel your worst 
complacency has taken a turn 
the chill of summer starts to burn as this day goes 

memories all but forgetten 
memory will, well its built up 
sometime ago i was tossed and 
just like that, just like that half filled cup 

leaving winter so far behind 
can't seem to call you mine 
i fear now that its time 

to call you back cause youre the one 
when dust meets dawn on top of the sun.