It’s the end, isn’t it?
When words fade, and thoughts veer.
When laughter’s a ghost, far away,
And tears are the ones who choose to stay.

It’s the end, isn’t it?
When the leaves seem all dry,
When it’s autumn, the whole year while.
When the pleas won’t make them stay,
When it’s just loneliness you got your way.

It’s the end, isn’t it?
When all you hear are bellows,
When it’s just shades of black and grey,
And your dream is to find your yellow.
Neither that warm sun could warm you,
Nor your favourite dish delights you.
It’s the end, isn’t it?

When they just don’t wanna stay,
When it’s just a different way.
When the leaves seem all dry,
When it’s autumn, the whole year while.

~m