Walk me through it all
All you can recall
Homeward bound I go
Lent lined and filled with mold now
Crying is all I know
How could I ever let it go
Breaking in, talking down
Open up, hear it out
Pull me open, I don't mind
Take advantage of my time
Crying on the lawn
Barely holding on
What's the point in waiting
I've got plans for making
I'll say no more crying
There's no use denying why
It's so hard
I'm moving on
Wait for spring
That's the thing
You won't see what's really there