Winter takes hold far too soon
Plans sketched on paper have ran out room
Why do I stay and let myself bleed
And burn all the bridges I know I will need
Maybe I believe
It's never meant to be
But right now I still need
Counterfeit Dreams
Greens in the earth left cold in the snow
Roots without purpose unable to grow
Hold on to this the last of my leaves
And keep close the people that mean something to me
Maybe I believe
It's never meant to be
But right now I still need
Counterfeit Dreams
Maybe I believe
It's never meant to be
But right now I still need
Counterfeit Dreams