Changing of the Season

She don’t know what it means
To be appreciated
Out in the pure wild fire she cries
She looks on into a scene
Of anger and frustration
Feelings as though she’s gotta be
Part of this creation
Blankly staring through her smoke
Her sigh falling with the ashes
Taking one last pull of hope
It was there but now it passes
And she don’t know what it means
To be appreciated
Out in the pure wild fire she cries
Totally sedated
Open the world up and let her see
All she has to give with reason
Shorten this naivety
In this changing of the season
She has skin so pale and white
And it’s colder than the winter
But she don’t put up much of a fight
Her language tastes so damn bitter
And only eighteen and she may be
The homecoming queen
A few blocks down and she will know
The comfort in being seen
She don’t know what it means
Yeah, to be appreciated
Out in the pure wild fire she cries
Totally sedated
Open the world up and let her see
All she has to give with reason
Shorten this naivety
In this changing of the season
Open the world up and let her feel
The comfort in being seen
She don’t know what it means
Yeah, to be appreciated
Out in the pure wild fire she cries
Totally sedated
Open the world up and let her see
All she has to give with reason
Shorten this naivety
In this changing of the season