I’ve watched myself fall to pieces
so many times over you, that I’ll just loosen up my hold
and hope that you’ll be happy without me.
You never knew how I would
give up my whole heart to hold you;
I am much more open now to
anyone other than you.
I stop to reminisce sometimes but
it’s too cold to sit and start to wonder
how things could’ve ended.

I’ll keep singing to myself if
you will hold my hand tonight,
but I don’t know if it’s okay.
You will never know the truth if
I am not alone with you but
I will fall in love someday.

I lost it all eleven times before I remembered
why this happened in the first place.
You were to one who held my hand
when I was crying,
just to bring me back down,
just as I sprouted my wings.

Leaves fall to the ground;
I see my future in them as I walk home in the rain –
full of love and brokenhearted.