I thought it was over

It left in October

But like a vulture

It waited for opportunity

To strike during the weakest phase

During the lowest low

Ready to grow

Yet 

Held back by the sorrow

By the fear of tomorrow 

Knowing the challenges of the day

Knowing that the skys are going to be gray

It's never easy

It's lost its appeal

Lost the ability to feel 

Anything 

But 

Fear