Seasons

What is this place Seems all to familiar So foreign, yet so recognizable A road long since traveled That state of reckless abandon Unguarded, unassured Been down this road before Can't take this feeling anymore [chorus] Searching for the one To prove I deserve to be had It's not my time The trend leaves me broken (Until that time These words will be spoken) So what's to be done? A crossroads have been met Is there a lesser of two evils? One road leads to empty The other confusion Both leave me without Asking questions in circles Someone make sense Of all this mess Only certainty Is a stronger man Would have rid himself Of such travesty Trading tyrant and torment For the knowledge The right choice was made It's a rarity Removing passion from logic Gain some piece of mind Knowing integrity was not left behind