Even The Birds

I’ve been told
That the way around this
Is too close for comfort
And this will be the last time I fall in
I’ll beg for a change
I’ll beg for a reason
And even the birds won’t sing
In the summer this year
'Cause I’ve been told
That the way around this
I’ll beg for a change
I’ll beg for a reason
I’ll call, no response.
No surprise
The demise quickens by the hour.
Do you see it how it is?
How it feels?
Nothing left to hold on
Nothing lasts forever