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