When, everything is done.
I'll be waiting by your door.
It all comes around so close.
When will it be done?
She seems to be writting in cursive.
Love notes, sad poems of the things she made.
Yet she seems so calm, of her situation.
She said "I thought of everything, Life seems to get better".
I said "Hold that thought, sometimes we ruin everything".
Lights out at ten, she be laying in bed.
She thought of the good times, that passed.
Seasons pass by quickly in her calendar. Away.
She said "everything goes around" now.
She said "everything goes around" now.