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.