The words you said apparently meant nothing
And now as I'm walking among the living
Feeling less alive than I ever have been
My body is refusing to accept my skin as it's own
And the pores are breathing out my being
Almost like I am not longer existing
And the dying trees remind me of you
Standing strong and tall against the harsh wind as your leaves
Abandon your branches one by one
By the time spring comes
I will be gone
From your memory