The leaves fall down and so do our tears
when the sad child screams
to follow his dreams.

Wish for happiness and live in fear;
you look for perfection
in your secret addiction.

Tired and weary and lost in the dark,
wishing and longing
for the exit that's lost.

Inside it's cold but outside it isn't --
just escape them yourself
for your own mental health.

So push off the hands that keep you a secret --
you're locked up inside
by those scared to try.

The leaves have grown back and our tears have dried up
because you let go of the ones
who kept you inside.