Autumn's leaves crease the ground
Where green grass once lay...

Your heart is shaded,
pictures faded...

Stacks on stacks,
pile for pile...

Blood grazed ribbons,
broken cheers...

You can wash away the blood,
but not the memory...

I would like to say im over you,
but that would be a lie...

I think about death a lot,
I think of what it would be...

I look back on all my past heart aches,
all the chances I didn't take...