Thoughts Paint the Sky
Asterisk
All the leaves are witheringand the truth comes out of their skinSome words just really don't rhymebut I attempt to all the timeI've got nowhere to hideSo I'll stay right by your sideto create some sympathywhile the words begin to frailand the notes, they erase themselvesI've seen the sheets disappearing in the flamesI'm slowly moving,slowly moving,slowly movingbackwardsTrying to catch the,Trying to catch the,Trying to catch thelast shedded leavesthat are sinking to the groundAs I'm falling into the deep
From Letras Mania