the autumn is chasing me when i'm on my way to home the drops look basically to be like berries from stone you drive to the countryside and enter a rotten house you're looking for a place to hide don't notice the morning light
then you make a fool and i'm awful i'm ready to wreck locks around when yellow branches surround they tie all my hands they let me fall on the ground
so i lost my way to home it's not an amazing fact i can only walk and roam i mean my life is abstract if autumn approaches me i will have nothing to add just open your eyes and see but otherwise and instead
you make a fool and i'm awful i'm ready to wreck locks around when yellow branches surround they tie all my hands they let me fall on the ground
when story is needed to be end they write another line when you want some money to lend you hardly can it find when you are left alone you can't return time back when berries are made from stone they are not easy to crack