Waking up to a cold winter morning.
Yesterday I woke up to a warm summer's sun.
not long ago I was handing out my love.
And suddenly I find it hard to trust anyone.

A life spent planning forward,
a life of waiting for the best
I planned so much that I forgot
that I should try to enjoy the rest.

First I had nothing
than I had some
than I lost that something
and now again I have none.

So now I am waiting for whichever will come first
let it be death let it be trust, they are both for the
worst.