Autumn leaves lie withered on the ground,
broken hearts are scattered all around.
You reached into the deepest depths of my soul,
stole my love and left a hole.
It's almost ironic, but it's true.
I really hate loving you.
Autumn leaves lie withered on the ground,
broken hearts are scattered all around.
You reached into the deepest depths of my soul,
stole my love and left a hole.
It's almost ironic, but it's true.
I really hate loving you.