I can feel it everywhere, blowing with the winds of change.

I don't want to do this to you. Your words hurt me more than I let on today. "You're choosing your real friends over me, and thats okay. We'll never meet anyway." I don't like when people talk like that. You're more of a real friend than they may ever be. Don't talk like that. I can't take it, and I won't. I'm just going to put up an away message for the rest of tonight and pretend like everything's okay.

This time of year makes my head spin off track. An icy road takes me over the guardrail, not somewhere I want to go. Down, down, crashing through the glass. Slices all over my head, and oh, a big gash. Maybe it will wake me up from the dream I'm living in. The dream of him. Back to you, back to you. I'm sorry. I don't want to make you feel alone. I won't turn out the way you loathe.

Sleep tight, pretty girl. Sleep safe, young child. People change. I change, just like the seasons. A new face for winter.