SEASONS

What's wrong
With this picture?
It's still fall
Not winter
Well I'm waiting
For this moment
Not thinking
That we're broken

I hate summer don't care for spring
You are my winter want to feel you again
Heads turn weary; it might not mean a thing
Still I'll be waiting for that season change

I'm still waiting stretched towards the sky
One flake reaches me pressing on my mind
Seasons come and go
you never came around
Sometimes seasons come and go
But you never came around

I know now
You're not coming
No angels
No snowmen
Still I wonder
Will we happen?
Seasons going
Not coming