As the leaves fall to their death
The cold air steals my breath...

Thinking of you
Waiting for your call...

There is something about you that makes me shine
I tend to think of you all of the time...

Parting is sweet sorrow
Will there be a tomorrow...

Can I be your biggest fan?
I think I have a plan...

I feel lamentation
The remorse is almost forced...

Close your eyes
Let me slowly brush your cheek with my hand...

I miss you...
Like a missing shoe...