"To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring." -George Santayana
i've always liked the idea of comparing life to the changing of seasons or feelings to waves in an ocean. things are always up and down and back and forth. in the past, it's been hard for me to accept those changes and not let them shake up my world. i've always been hopelessly in love with spring.
sometimes i think the key is to hold oneself back, to not let those highs get to high, but i've never been good at that either and what a sad way to live. afraid of the fall.
i've always liked the idea of comparing life to the changing of seasons or feelings to waves in an ocean. things are always up and down and back and forth. in the past, it's been hard for me to accept those changes and not let them shake up my world. i've always been hopelessly in love with spring.
sometimes i think the key is to hold oneself back, to not let those highs get to high, but i've never been good at that either and what a sad way to live. afraid of the fall.
Say this is it
Don't say maybeDon't say no
Don't say hold onDon't say slow
Don't say next timeDon't say when
Don't say later
No, don't say then
Yeah, this is it
Don't be cautiousDon't think twice
Don't play it safeDon't put on ice
Don't chew it over
No, don't kick it around
Don't wait and seeDon't try to work it out
So don't tell me
It could all go wrong
Don't say maybeDon't say no
Don't say hold onDon't say slow
Don't say next timeDon't say when
Don't say later
No, don't say then
Yeah, this is it
Don't be cautiousDon't think twice
Don't play it safeDon't put on ice
Don't chew it over
No, don't kick it around
Don't wait and seeDon't try to work it out
So don't tell me
It could all go wrong
No don't tell me
It could all be a mess
It could all be a mess
Oh, don't tell me
It could all be a waste of time
It could all be a waste of time
or you'll never know...
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