Tears fall like autumn rain,
Conversations pierce like summer pain,
Accusations cut deep and true,
Longing to break free, yet bound to you,
Regret whispers secrets in my ear,
"Maybe it's best you disappear."
Conversations pierce like summer pain,
Accusations cut deep and true,
Longing to break free, yet bound to you,
Regret whispers secrets in my ear,
"Maybe it's best you disappear."