
They leave , but where too ?
If they took your world with them
Where did they fit into ?
They leave , and inside of you starts a winter that never ends
That leave you wondering at which storm your heart went
They leave , but not in fall
In fall we met
In fall we were us
We were young
And free
Although it never felt so
They leave , in spring
When you most need the moon
They leave to the moon
The other side ,
And you leave to the other side
Of the bed
If you ever burried me
In my death bed
Don’t write my name
Write those who left
And took me with them
Tell them to come back
On a sunny day
On a summer day
Where we weren’t young
But we were old
And dying
Where it was warm but our bodies were cold
And I’ll forgive them
And they can keep my world with them
And they can fit it into my heart
The one that was inside of them
Inside the storm