Sufferers

Wintertime sufferers They don't publically grieve Discreetly in their suffering Never showing their teeth Summertime sufferers They're falling down on their knees, bereaved Such stylish suffering, they couldn't stand on their feet On the ground weeping They just couldn't stand on their feet, no Autumntime sufferers Are prone to quote poetry They feast on their suffering Because it's so bittersweet When Springtime sufferers are jolted out of their sleep Displeased, they writhe, suffering Can't even stand on their feet On the ground weeping They just couldn't stand on their feet, no Wintertime sufferers, they hide their face In their frozen grace Summertime sufferers, they fall on their knees They moan and wail, they cause a scene Autumntime sufferers dig in the clay For something to say Young Springtime sufferers can't grow or bloom 'Cause they rot too soon On the ground weeping They just couldn't stand on their feet, no