50 summers
100 months of misery
8.3 years of misery
25 years of misery
25 years of false happiness
Find me a place
where the trees sprout and fall
all at once.
Give my life some light again, to find my balance
Because I've been slipping through the winters
And stumbling
through the summers
And I Basque in the guilt
Like i wish i saw my grandma more
But my feet are cemented to the floor
Trapped within the walls I built
Spring can not come soon enough
Falls so far I'm lost in the rough
Of summer's heat
And I've lost all control of my life
So I sleep
Counting years instead of sheep
50 winters
16.6 years of misery
200 months of misery
33 years of false happiness
50 summers
100 months of misery
8.3 years of misery
25 years of misery
25 years of false happiness
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