End of the Day
Every summer has their own end
That the trees are getting naked is not what I meant
We were having a log in Central Park
I left my house in the dark
I know it's hard
I am still at the start
I'm always wandering
Rest my teenage in my face like a monster
I know how you feel
It's just another lonesome day
Because every cloud turns some day gray
Always in my holy thoughts at the end of the day
It hurts me what you say
The floor covered of leaves and gold
The fall air is getting cold
And you see how I try
I'm asking myself, why?
I know it's hard
I am still at the start
I'm always wandering
Rest my teenage in my face like a monster
I know how you feel
It's just another lonesome day
Because every cloud turns some day gray
Always in my holy thoughts at the end of the day
It hurts me what you say
I found myself, enough is never enough
Never been good at making show stuff
The taste of hopelessness in November
What about the future we've planned now for forever?
If there would be just five more minutes of us
I'm telling you guys, I'm just sick with the trust
What if time would heal, is that how I feel?
I'm scared of looking at my old pictures of us
I'm sick of saying the word, "Us"
You suck my sense of excitement away
It's just supposed to be a beautiful day
That's what people say
That the trees are getting naked is not what I meant
We were having a log in Central Park
I left my house in the dark
I know it's hard
I am still at the start
I'm always wandering
Rest my teenage in my face like a monster
I know how you feel
It's just another lonesome day
Because every cloud turns some day gray
Always in my holy thoughts at the end of the day
It hurts me what you say
The floor covered of leaves and gold
The fall air is getting cold
And you see how I try
I'm asking myself, why?
I know it's hard
I am still at the start
I'm always wandering
Rest my teenage in my face like a monster
I know how you feel
It's just another lonesome day
Because every cloud turns some day gray
Always in my holy thoughts at the end of the day
It hurts me what you say
I found myself, enough is never enough
Never been good at making show stuff
The taste of hopelessness in November
What about the future we've planned now for forever?
If there would be just five more minutes of us
I'm telling you guys, I'm just sick with the trust
What if time would heal, is that how I feel?
I'm scared of looking at my old pictures of us
I'm sick of saying the word, "Us"
You suck my sense of excitement away
It's just supposed to be a beautiful day
That's what people say
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Writer(s): Aramis Hari
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