Gingerstepstar

An empty shell Of what I was Is left on the path Through the autumn trees That lead to the winter months. In between the warm and beautiful summer And the crisp and barren winter I remain. Alone yet surrounded Sulking but bursting with laughter Tuning out, but singing with the song. Turn off the radio It's breaking inside Burning down Ready to collapse into itself With just the slightest touch. So while it's still A little alive Turn it off and fix it Or else it won't sing any longer.