I sit outside and I think why
I ponder why I even try
It's just so hard sometimes
I'm better off with saying goodbye
I hit the ground
I don't make a sound
I'm fading fast
Maybe it's my time at last
I watch leaves fall and seasons change
Two leaves never fall the same
They're all different in the way they say
I'm dying so it's time to fade
I hit the ground
I don't make a sound
I'm fading fast
Maybe it's my time at last
Maybe my days are like the leaves
Maybe I am dying slowly
Maybe I'll fall when it's my time
Maybe when I hit the ground I'll be fine
I'll be fine
I'll be fine
I'll be fine
I'll be fine