The months of August September October Give me warm feelings Sweaters, falling leaves The trees are slowly losing their color Pumpkins, glowing bright in the night And young children playing in the streets Fall is beautiful
I am a walking hypocrisy I tell people to love themselves for who they are And I can't even accept myself I tell people to always try their best and never give any less But I constantly dodge tasks and priorities As though they were a disease
Everyone looks at the moon in awe because of its beauty but in that moment when everyone is engulfed in the sky I'm looking at you and you are so beautiful