Loneliness ain't half as bad as it seemed. Even I thought I was crazy for holding on so long. Deep inside I was hoping that I could right all the wrong. Call me a hopeless romantic, more than that, a fool in love. I still dream of walking away, into a setting sun.
Autumn leaves whiter and die.
So I've learned, changing colors hide the lies. It was hard to find you, angel, living under the trees. But even harder loving each other, with the changing autumn leaves. None submitted yet. Critique this song.