the leaves are falling
I look through my window, and wish to see tainted memories
but all I can witness
is the weather changing

you’ve been gone for a long time now
and I don’t think about you that often anymore

the leaves are getting yellow
and I’ve never felt so radiant in a while
the leaves are getting brown
and I’ve never felt so content in loving my own self

your memory has no longer control
on who I am
on how I act
on who I love
on how I feel

I'm free from the ghost
that used to be our love

and I’ve never felt lighter
I’ve never felt happier