The truth's been told,
It's time for me to go.
Walking by myself conclusions conclude themselves.
The truth's been told,
It's time for me to go.
These early spring deliberations,
The air is cold and my hands are shaking.
Waiting for summer change is wearing me thin.
But we won't, we won't let you in.
Isn't time inspired? It slows down when you're feeling so tired.
And I know it's going to last for a while.
Because my ego already knows what it's supposed to know
The truth's been told it's time for me to go.
These early spring deliberations,
The air is cold and my hands are shaking.
Waiting for summer change is wearing me thin.
But we won't, we won't let you in.
Can't you just take feelings and make them break?
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