my room's too small for parties,
and too spacious when i'm lonely,
winter is when life is clear,
view is clear this time of year.

schools are too boring,
so wheres the glory,
the american dream,
is not what it seems.

i cant see anything,
am i going blind,
am i still breathing,
is this somekind of sign.

why go on like this,
i could easily end it,
be a dying star,
in a cheap car.

my rooms too small for parties,
and too spacious when i'm lonely,
these times arent very clear,
i can usually see this time of year.

'winter is when life is clear'
summer when love shines shower
spring it with rings that are greener
autumn it with fall colours when brighter
season the life till loving life comes nearer
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