But YouÂ
The trees looked so pitifulÂ
The nights were long a year ago
But you
Winter came with icicles.
Days would pass the nights were cold
But you
And I was all I ever wanted to be
Nobody’s lesser known.
Leaves they fall so gently from the sky
Above us there are dead little fingers
Pointing at me
Reminding me that I’m not the man I was.
Take a walk to take it in
A stroll to see a dear old friend
But you
Diverting my everything again.
Leaves they fall so gently from the sky
Above us there are dead little fingers
Pointing at me
Reminding me that I’m not the man I was.
Dormant sitting carelessly
Your hair softly lifts up as you lay sleeping
Watch the strands as they lose their leaves
But you could make something out of me
Follow down the reverie
Fall, oh how can you not see
How death recycles
Everything
But you.
