Heart Serum Testo

Screaming out, is this is?
as the credits roll and our movie ends
now everything starts to wilt
the mouth begins to dry
pinch me, wake me up
I'm sick of being tired
The season draws to a close
you're no longer my summer
as this heart beats for a new reason
pumping with optimism
fueling every dream
never thought I'd be the one to wipe to slate clean
Please help me see
that time never heals wounds
but helps us proceed
the future can't be read
only told like a story
that we make up instead