It's raining leave
Branches broken
The wind has spoken
Season changed, everybody's leaving
You find out comfort is missing
And I've been waiting
Do I hate to get out
Or this room is all I got now
I've been wondering
Leave me with your unmade bed sheets
Left me hanging
Tonight I'll be hiding
No intention to seek
A better one, another places
I am stuck with this kind of familiar faces
Someday...
I can get over it
I will try to get out
I'll be picking up the pieces
Wiped out all you traces
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