Its winter in the month of June
Life feels like its hit a sand dune
Signs of your teardrops on your last letter
My hearts all wound up and bitter
Joyful sadness, calm madness
Everyday's a state of turbulence
I don’t love you, that’s what you said
But I cant hate you, that’s what lives in my head
Tears drop, but my heart doesn’t stop.
Back in the summer months, I thought it would
My love you took for granted
And this hurts more than ever can be admitted
But from the darkness of this dawn
A stronger me is born
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