The Year's Cycle

 

I love my love and my paranoia

Without them I’m a whole

Other different person

So I love me with who I am

May that be scared,

May that be lonely,

May is a lonely time

While April gave you a time

To get blow-dried and wet

And other times,

You’re just you with your fears

And your need to conquer

But there’s no quest in Summer

Because you’re too high

To remember there’s still Winter

Coming to get you