The leaves are falling again,
My mistakes accumulating,
My heart still breaking,
My soul full of stains,
Autumn is always a pleasure and a pain,
For those who've lost a sence self.
The beauty of seeing things fall apart.
But you can only think about how parallel your situation is.
Ashamed of myself,
Ashamed of myself, I am
For letting things go wrong
For not being enough
And I am ashamed for being so unhappy and screwing things up.
When all around me is joy and laughter.
And making casualties when I'm hurting myself.
Isn't it ironic to have everything but still feel nothing ?
Maybe it's boredom.
Maybe I've just gone insane
But the leaves of automn will keep me here a little longer.
As their beauty reminds me that spring will come after winter.
