I Hate Springtime

I, I hate the springtime The sun sets way too late The sun rises way to early I, I hate the springtime Hate the way it comes and goes Hate the way it goes Springtime blows I hate the wasps and the bees and the birds I hate the bugs and mosquitos eating me alive I hate everything about the spring I hate the way it's always too hot or too cold Why can't it just be perfect I don't like to be alone sometimes I hate the weather I hate the time I don't don't like anything about the spring Spring time Spring time Spring time Spring time Spring is like a broken melody It's trying hard but it is not working It wants to be something so much more Than an empty season with nothing to offer Last year Around this time Someone real close to me got cancer And died She tried her hardest But didn't make it And I don't want her death to be in vain, it Deeply affected my whole family My mother masking it with cigarette teeth Mirrors and smoke are all I know now I want it to go away, but I don't know how To take the smoke and Stomp it out Erasing all of my own doubts Oh yes, I still hate the springtime I hate puffy eyes and bloody noses I hate rashes everywhere And uncontrollable tears I hate the insects everywhere Coming as uninvited guests I hate really short spring breaks I hate school testing I hate spring, spring, spring I hate spring, spring, spring I hate spring, spring, spring Spring spring spring