Time and Fallen Leaves

I’m walking barefoot through the memories With the fallen leaves I’m letting go of the people I haven’t been able to forget

Speak Now!

I am not the kind of girl Who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion But you are not the kind of boy Who should be marrying the wrong girl I sneak in and see your friends And her snotty little family all dressed in pastel And she is yelling at a…