don't leave me.

the time is dawning nearer a pity in my eye
like the last leaves of autunm kissing the sun goodbye
the warmth is slowly fading, the light turns away and in this bleakfull moment there's nothing I can say

nothing to bring comfort, no joy to be found and hope left me crying like a lonely hound.
what worlds could I whisper that would turn back the tide and fix this disaster and save us for all times

so then you see there's no way that it would make a mends but leave us that more bitter where once we stood as friends.
so it comes to this grave yard and strips away the life
and leaves us six feet under for the rest of our lives.

but perhaps there is something, a little bit of faith that might keep us breathing and holding on to this. but what is there tell me, what could I possably say that would turn back tomorrow and somehow make you stay.