Fragile leaves hit the ground.
The cold air drifts into my lungs.
I see your face through the fog.
Reminds me of the dreams you lost.

I can see it in your eyes.
You’re broken down; your hands are tied.
I can feel it in my side.
Over and over and over I’ve tried.

I can see it in your eyes
You’re broken down; your hands are tied.
And I know you cannot hide.
Over and over and over I’ve tried.

It broke my heart. (It felt so good to see you.)
I’ve never been one to (put my [bad word] in.)
When did I [bad word] so weak, (or have I always been?)
I can’t put all this back in place. (back in place)

I can see it in your eyes.
You’re broken down; your hands are tied.
I can feel it in my side.
Over and over and over I’ve tried.

I can see it in your eyes
You’re broken down; your hands are tied.
And I know you cannot hide.
Over and over and over I’ve tried.

This gaping hole in my chest is filled with deceit.

I fear that all my cries fell upon deaf ears.
I caress flesh with severed nerves.
I go veiled in darkness and disease.
This November swallows me whole.
And this might be the closest thing that you’ll ever receive to an apology.

I close my eyes and I can see your death.(4)