Bruce Peninsula
The Leaves
I knew it looking at the leavesyou don't want what you needyou've been falling from a treewith no wing to set you freeyou neither grow, nor fly, nor fallI knew that when the winter cameit masqueraded as a chainand though your doing different thingsthe momentum of your swingis a motion that I knowthough when you get into a moodwhere you sank my faith in youits the thing that makes you weepknowing that i cannot standthe sight of any manin a condition of self doubtthan I pretend that your not thereso you can prove to me you arebut then one day you said if you don't want methan baby I don't want you more
From Letras Mania