Slip into the autumn shade.

Nothing I am, nothing I dream, nothing is new. Nothing I think or believe in or say, nothing is true. It used to be so easy, I never even tried; yeah, it used to be so easy. But the last day of summer never felt so cold; the last day of summer never felt so old, never felt so... All that I have, all that I hold, all that is wrong. All that I feel for or trust in or love, all that is gone. It used to be so easy, I never even tried; yeah, it used to be so easy. But the last day of summer never felt so cold; the last day of summer never felt so old; the last day of summer never felt so cold.