Asterisk

All the leaves are withering
and the truth comes out of their skin
Some words just really don't rhyme
but I attempt to all the time
I've got nowhere to hide
So I'll stay right by your side
to create some sympathy
while the words begin to frail

and the notes, they erase themselves
I've seen the sheets disappearing in the flames
I'm slowly moving,
slowly moving,
slowly moving
backwards
Trying to catch the,
Trying to catch the,
Trying to catch the
last shedded leaves
that are sinking to the ground

As I'm falling into the deep