Watching the leaves turn to gray
Your sitting in the same spot, every day
Hoping to catch a glance, of anyone
Your head was drooped, dreams were gone

In your notebook you would write
Lyrics that would make her shake
Yet she never knew, the name of her sender
The only words you left were "to remember"

Was it the rain? Was it the pain?
Too much pressure, on fragile minds?
Dreams made of dirt, turned into mud.
I thought you were stronger than that.

Everyone lined up, with a rose
Cast it to your corpse, I proposed
A few words, so that we could remember
The person we lost, that September

A beautiful mind with words like glass
So easy to see, yet hard to grasp
Easy-going, but quiet and shy
It'd be a lie to say, we didn't try

Was it the rain? Was it the pain?
Too much pressure, on fragile minds?
Dreams made of dirt, turned into mud.
I thought you were stronger than that.

But we were wrong...we were wrong...