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
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