The wind rustles the Autumn leaves
Which lie lifelessly on the ground...

Trying to find a place to hide
Knowing you're an ugly monster...

As I sit alone in dream,
I try to grasp what has happened...

What have I done to my hair today?!?
I thought it was getting so boring the other way...

When a poem becomes a song,
The sensation might not last that long...

We walked hand and hand down the dirt path.
Not knowing that soon we would feel fate's wrath...

Couldn't fall asleep last night.
Wishing you would hug me tight...