In comes another December
Typical cold and rain
Cycle made long since I remember
Doesn't change my mind
Change my mind
Time is such a passing gesture
Bleeding me of pride
She cries silent in the corner
And all I can give
Is a hug and a smile
Maybe talk for a while
About how we've been
Cause a little salt water
Can solve any problems
We have to face
So find your distraction
And fill it with a passion to live each day
Or it's too late
Maybe it won't have to be this way
Maybe there's a way to hone that pain
Maybe there's a way to find yourself
Maybe find a piece in someone else
What's it really mean to be too late
Why does everyone have your face
Maybe it won't have to be this way
Maybe some of us control our fate