As the seasons pass And months turn into years Does anything really change Through the passage of time In another dreary tomorrow We are all the same Some of us suffer in silence Some of us suffer alone What goes on in each other's minds Is something we'll never know We can only guess at thoughts And we can only grasp at hope Looking toward the wondrous sky How insignificant you feel We really are nothing at all And nothing really changes You can read my life Through the lines across my face You can see how many winters This withered rose has felt