My name is Autumn

I have never been an angel.
I have never been a saint.
I have always been a stranger,
Looking for you in the rain.

I have always felt like guilty.
Now I'm gonna cross the line.
Deep inside I feel so empty.
It's the perfect time to say good-bye.

Rain is falling to the darkness,
Snow is melting on my soul.
There is the lonelyness inside me.
Time goes by, I loose controle.

Walking through bad thoughts and memories,
Searching for a place to hide,
Evening, full of tears and sadness, -
It's the perfect time to say good-bye.

Leaves are falling to the ground.
It's like the whisper of your voice.
I must confess, - my name is Autumn,
Who is lost inside your thoughts.

                2009, September.


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