Near the marsh, by the dull quiet lake,
I've got myself an enormous place,
Filled with snazzy tech, flashy on outside;
Far off around it, there's no one in sight:
It's good enough for me though,
Just that I'm shivering with a lil' cold.

It's around the fall now,
My summer lilacs are long dead:
Colors don't matter to me much;
Here just I'm not tryna blend.
And been raising daffodils for quite a while;
They're painfully beautiful, unlike my past life.

There's nothing much for me to do,
But that the same pattern in my lab
I'm so used to and sick of;
Guess, I can't easily get rid of.
Ambition may have killed my soul;
In search of unknown, I lost control,
I dropped myself in a loopless abyss,
Somewhere where there's no in-between-

August slipped away soon,
Birds now return home before afternoon,
And the sun's got much brighter
Like a divine smile on a paler face;
It's winter again, and I have to brave.
Longer nights tend to tag behind;
Dreamin' something that only haunt my pride.

Halloween funs don't get to me now;
Always missing on Thanksgivings somehow;
Also said no to this year's homecoming;
Maybe I'm too scared, and it's awfully crushing.
The church here is dull as well-
Gone the Eve's night without a Carol;
Don't make the mistletoe anymore,
Because I can't call any place a home-

But for quite a few days
I'm getting these chilly tense,
I's so familiar with;
Not that there's any hope to begin with-
That's when it all started though;
Like a lucid dream, when I didn't know:

Suited in a dark tux n' fancy shoes,
He came to bargain, out of the blue;
But it's all a sham over a hidden drive,
He came to stir up my insides,
To drag me out in broad sunlight;
And I see the snowdrops struggling to thrive,
Making me want to feel warm too,
Getting a home, where I can rest into.