Leaves turn from red to gold,

The summerlight is replaced by the cold,

Long days are now short.

Why are you still here?

I thought you would have left,

But you're still here.

Why haven't you ripped out my heart yet?

You say that your not like the others,

But I don't know what to think.

Take me out of my misery,

And just leave with the last of the summer sunlight.