summer breeze breaths blue

yes as I wake up in the morning I feel blessed,

blessed to be in a world that's this stressed,

cuz I don't know what I'd be if the world was carefree,

I ask my reflection in the mirror but it never tells me,

so most days I'm left feeling empty,

cuz my best friend never answers me,

instead he hoist up a shadow of a gun to shoot through me,

but he just shooting at my dreams,

but my dreams are sky high,

while I'm only 5' 5,

reaching for the damn sky,

I laugh for a moment but then I ask why,

but the cold breeze that use to consume me,

never dooms me,

I guess its doomsday of the seasons,

summertime must be the reason,