AUTUMN IS FALL
Lyrics
Autumn is here , summers are gone ,
Autumn is fall , sky is heavy , all my letters have blazed ,
And this would stay for a while , in times , of lands and mines ,
I burnt the potential and smirked at the reality , as they called me naïve ,
do they know what happened to me in 2025 ?[ I heard whispers of waves ]
I love how it is and I love what it is , all truth in true lies ,
Vices of mankind
I write symphony and I die in my diary , sometimes
But some days my blue skies turn dark greys.
As I fall prey , to the decadest of tryst in hope of array,
But in the midst all my hope turns nto despair ,
When I go back from my December to may ,
I look back to my red sky slowly turning maroon ,
But one day when my blue sky turned dark grey
I took the paintbrush and the canvas ,
wiped my lows and darned my blows ,
Colored it white and ran across the wild ,
And when I turned home , in the evening , my white sky turned into a rainbow .
And when they asked me what is your favorite colour?
I said spectrum of patience and courage to not fall , even in the fall .
Winters are here , autumn is gone
Love is the recipe of ultimate downfall.
This is not a love song or sad prose
Autumn is fall , trees are tall , love`s not here ,
And this would stay for a while , in times , of ashes and grave,
I burnt an effigy and I smile , when they all call me brave ,
Do they know what happened to me ,in last 2023?
I like how it is and I like what it is , all lies in piles of lies ,
Virtues of depravity
I write melachony and live how I ought to live ,
But some days my blue skies turn dark grey .
Sky falls and all my friends and foes , all my pens and swords ,
Run deep at my cuts lows , oh no….oh nooo
Here we stand again , here we drown and sink in deserts of distain,
and I try to swim , but there is no water in wilderness , and I gasp until I can breathe back again.
Autumn is fall , sky is heavy , all my letters have blazed ,
And this would stay for a while , in times , of lands and mines ,
I burnt the potential and smirked at the reality , as they called me naïve ,
do they know what happened to me in 2025 ?[ I heard whispers of waves ]
I love how it is and I love what it is , all truth in true lies ,
Vices of mankind
I write symphony and I die in my diary , sometimes
But some days my blue skies turn dark greys.
As I fall prey , to the decadest of tryst in hope of array,
But in the midst all my hope turns nto despair ,
When I go back from my December to may ,
I look back to my red sky slowly turning maroon ,
But one day when my blue sky turned dark grey
I took the paintbrush and the canvas ,
wiped my lows and darned my blows ,
Colored it white and ran across the wild ,
And when I turned home , in the evening , my white sky turned into a rainbow .
Autumn is fall , trees are tall , love`s not here ,
And this would stay for a while , in times , of ashes and grave,
I burnt an effigy and I smile , when they all call me brave ,
Do they know what happened to me ,in last 2023?
I like how it is and I like what it is , all lies in piles of lies ,
Virtues of depravity
I write melachony and live how I ought to live ,
But some days my blue skies turn dark grey .
Sky falls and all my friends and foes , all my pens and swords ,
Run deep at my cuts lows , oh no….oh nooo
Here we stand again , here we drown and sink in deserts of distain,
and I try to swim , but there is no water in wilderness , and I gasp until I can breathe back again.
Autumn is fall , trees are tall , love`s not here ,
And this would stay for a while , in times , of ashes and grave,
I burnt an effigy and I smile , when they all call me brave ,
Do they know what happened to me ,in last 2023?
I like how it is and I like what it is , all lies in piles of lies ,
Virtues of depravity
I write melachony and live how I ought to live ,
But some days my blue skies turn dark grey .
Sky falls and all my friends and foes , all my pens and swords ,
Run deep at my cuts lows , oh no….oh nooo
Here we stand again , here we drown and sink in deserts of distain,
and I try to swim , but there is no water in wilderness , and I gasp until I can breathe back again.
Autumn is fall , sky is heavy , all my letters have blazed ,
And this would stay for a while , in times , of lands and mines ,
I burnt the potential and smirked at the reality , as they called me naïve ,
do they know what happened to me in 2025 ?[ I heard whispers of waves ]
I love how it is and I love what it is , all truth in true lies ,
Vices of mankind
I write symphony and I die in my diary , sometimes
But some days my blue skies turn dark greys.
As I fall prey , to the decadest of tryst in hope of array,
But in the midst all my hope turns nto despair ,
When I go back from my December to may ,
I look back to my red sky slowly turning maroon ,
But one day when my blue sky turned dark grey
I took the paintbrush and the canvas ,
wiped my lows and darned my blows ,
Colored it white and ran across the wild ,
And when I turned home , in the evening , my white sky turned into a rainbow .
Autumn is fall , trees are tall , love`s not here ,
And this would stay for a while , in times , of ashes and grave,
I burnt an effigy and I smile , when they all call me brave ,
Do they know what happened to me ,in last 2023?
I like how it is and I like what it is , all lies in piles of lies ,
Virtues of depravity
I write melachony and live how I ought to live ,
But some days my blue skies turn dark grey .
Sky falls and all my friends and foes , all my pens and swords ,
Run deep at my cuts lows , oh no….oh nooo
Here we stand again , here we drown and sink in deserts of distain,
and I try to swim , but there is no water in wilderness , and I gasp until I can breathe back again.
Autumn is fall , sky is heavy , all my letters have blazed ,
And this would stay for a while , in times , of lands and mines ,
I burnt the potential and smirked at the reality , as they called me naïve ,
do they know what happened to me in 2025 ?[ I heard whispers of waves ]
I love how it is and I love what it is , all truth in true lies ,
Vices of mankind
I write symphony and I die in my diary , sometimes
But some days my blue skies turn dark greys.
As I fall prey , to the decadest of tryst in hope of array,
But in the midst all my hope turns nto despair ,
When I go back from my December to may ,
I look back to my red sky slowly turning maroon ,
But one day when my blue sky turned dark grey
I took the paintbrush and the canvas ,
wiped my lows and darned my blows ,
Colored it white and ran across the wild ,
And when I turned home , in the evening , my white sky turned into a rainbow .
And when they asked me what is your favorite colour?
I said spectrum of patience and courage to not fall , even in the fall .
Winters are here , autumn is gone
Love is the recipe of ultimate downfall.
Leeza
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