My skin chills as the rain falls down
and the bumps from the wind provoke
a still anger builds in at myself
where... why... who... when?
Questions I lodge in my mind like a knife that knows no sympathy.
My heart has already broken
and the soft ticking stopped long ago.
The ice that formed to stop the leak
melted along with my sanity.
Every fall it rolls around and I fall into its trap.
Every fall I fall in love just to be let down harshly and without fail yet again.
The autumn wind is blowing
the fresh leaves seem to make me sick
yet every year I let my guard down.
Perhaps I'm inviting the heart break in...
After all... Its both falls
that remind me best of you.
