When the leaves turn red and yellow.
And the birds chirp and call...

I've let my curiousity linger too far.
I've carved my name into the crimson...

It feels so odd, lying awake.
I can feel my bones about to break...

My eyes swell with years.
I'm not entirely sure why...

I sit alone as I watch the rain.
It trickles down the window pane...

How can you look right through me.
Without confessing obvious truth...

All of my tears, not only black.
They are tainted with pure hate...

The tears that escape my eyes.
Might as well be black...

Just say the word, and I'll be there.
Don't avoid my gaze like you don't care...

I hope you know I'll always be here.
Even when it's the end of time...

I don't know when to laugh.
I don't know when to cry...

I'm sorry that you left me. I'm sorry that life...
I'm sorry you couldn't be free...