You can feel it in the air that fall is slowly seeping into existence once again, soon it will burst forth into vibrant colors as if off of some eccentric artists' palette, a cool, collective, and crisper air can be tasted and the thought of visiting the cider mill lingers on your tastebuds not just in your mind's eye, you can almost smell and taste the fermented apples of the mill, and maybe a cake doughnut or two.

If I could see the world through someone else's eyes, what would I change if I could be on the outside looking in? Would there be more motivation if I wasn't myself, does that make any sense?
But I'll never be anyone else, so I need to look inside and find the motivation to fix the broken spirit that I've become, there's still some light left that isn't concealed in the dark, it's just waiting to fully reveal itself, so I will try to look up and seek within.

Has the world lost it's mind in one collective conscious? How do we avoid the flow and break the proverbial ice? Why is it hard to be of sound mind and soul? Can I ask more questions? Is everone going crazy but calling crazy normal? When did we all fall down and get lost in the vices of the world which distract us from, well everything, how did we become this sad group of lost souls?

At the end of the night when I don't want to say goodbye, when all I want to do is hold you and cry, I bite my lip everytime and hold it all inside, and slowly, slowly, it's killing me, killing me

I don't want to be one of those girls who loses her mind from all of my wasted time, when I just couldn't tell you why, oh why I was so broken and lost and of everything that its' cost me, my spirit has gone, I've lost my song, my way, my light, eveything I thought I'd had in my sight.

So don't tell me your lies, just let me cry, let me cry, so that I can say my last goodbye.