13 April 2012

I started in the summer, I couldn't believe my luck, To do this was a dream come true, I got out of that rut,

We met in the autumn, Seemed like a good thing, We spent all of our time together, Through winter and the spring,

But now I'm all alone, With nothing at all to do, I was so happy and quite content, But now I'm feeling blue,

So at the end of a year, A revelation hit me, All things must come to an end, Not good things, All things.

positively_paranoidAll Things Must Come To An End • Opuss № I