its not the fall
its not the fall that keeps her down.
its not the leaves dieing or the cold mornings
you have spent walking quickly to your class
its not missing friends missing youth misssing me missing you.
its not the slow movement of the clocks hand
stretching this shadow across the lonely room.
what is it about the fall that makes you break
i thought you would land with that same grace
its not the leaves dieing or the cold mornings
you have spent walking quickly to your class
its not missing friends missing youth misssing me missing you.
its not the slow movement of the clocks hand
stretching this shadow across the lonely room.
what is it about the fall that makes you break
i thought you would land with that same grace