Last year's leaves
were just bad dreams.
Open up your eyes, there's no surprise:
just a barren tree
Low and behold
all those lies were true;
hear them ring, everything
people said about you
I thought I heard the falling rain
It always seems to numb the pain
Was that sound the poplar leaves,
screaming in the evening breeze?
Last year's leaves,
pathetic schemes
A trusted friend, till the end,
or so it seemed
You gave your word,
looked me in the eye.
Tell me how on earth, are you worth
the tears I've cried?
I thought I heard the falling rain;
it always seems to numb the pain.
Or was that sound the poplar leaves
screaming in the evening breeze
like last year's leaves?
You're last years leaves...
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