You have been the topic of many a leaf's daydream
As i sit too in a grassy path...

I am nothing
i am weak...

In those last moments did you wish you could go...
Did you wish someone was coming to save you...

How can I begin to describe the hate?
True hate I have for my multicolored thighs...

Its a moment
Its a touch...

You keep giving me the awkward stare
every time i walk near you its way to much to bare...

U tell me to open my eyes
so i may see the light...

And then u see the sky come closer....
could it b that ur flying or is it that the blue...

Let me sleep so soundly
through this lonesome night...

The most perfect day of our lives
when the wind blows in ur hair...

I was walking in a meadow
Filled with darkened brittled trees...

It's an earthquake
This ground i stand on...