Dead flowers lay on the floor stems cut to try and save the petals in failed attempt One By one They all fall Until there's nothing left at all
The Autumn chill indicating the end For without death, no one would miss the twirl of a sycamore seed or the fresh face of daisies who have just bloomed
So as all the petals fall, and I gently go with Maybe I'll be missed after all
seasonal depression is a *****, not to mention she just joins clinical depression in a sucky duet