It's me, all along.

I've lost track of my emotions.

I feel like I'm changing with the season. 

Turning dull, crying on the inside, 

I run, run like a weightless soul through these empty streets. 

There where the sun used to shine. 

There is summer and then there is winter. 

The earth is filled with water, clouds,

With dew and rain that lies upon it. 

In winter the trees seam to shed all their leaves. 

In summer the sun is above the earth. 

I seek shade to hide from the heat. 

The trees cover themselves with leaves again. 

Through the changing seasons, 

Through the empty streets,

All along it's me I've been looking for.