The Bugmaster
.: When You Used to Grow Green :.
Oh how the seasons pass. Let them pass, let them leave. I don’t know how to cry. But I know how to grieve.
And nothing will change you, ‘cause you do as you please. But I won’t shed a tear, though I’m sapped like the trees.
What makes you grow so cold? When you used to grown green. What sorrow has changed you? Into all that you’ve seen.
I won’t ask permission. To go when I’m leaving. For I know you’ll not miss me. I’ll cause you no grieving.
But I will feel sorrow. To leave you so lonesome. But here my soul’s decaying. And my time has now come.
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Title and Descritpion by: Me.
.: When You Used to Grow Green :.
Oh how the seasons pass. Let them pass, let them leave. I don’t know how to cry. But I know how to grieve.
And nothing will change you, ‘cause you do as you please. But I won’t shed a tear, though I’m sapped like the trees.
What makes you grow so cold? When you used to grown green. What sorrow has changed you? Into all that you’ve seen.
I won’t ask permission. To go when I’m leaving. For I know you’ll not miss me. I’ll cause you no grieving.
But I will feel sorrow. To leave you so lonesome. But here my soul’s decaying. And my time has now come.
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Title and Descritpion by: Me.