I'm always down to my knees,
Knelt before the trees,
Where I rest with all the dead leaves,
And soon I will join them in the breeze,
When I can't say,
But here is where I will stay,
Alone, in the cold with a dying tale,
Of a girl who's heart has gone [ale,
With misuse and under treatment,
Without knowing what life meant,
Just to die, die alone,
Die along the throne,
The seat of where he passed away,
The last spot where she feels okay,
As long as she was close she didn't feel left behind,
She didn't feel confined,
She felt adored, even though she grieves,
And that's where I died, alone in the leaves.
