We were so young and stupid but I thought that I knew what I was doing. I was wrong. I wanted your love but knew nothing of love. I wanted your love, but I threw it away. You moved and found yourself vacant. I came back too late and found you taken. I found you’d gone. I wasn’t enough, I only ever hurt you. I wasn’t enough and will never be. But just outside there is a breeze that whispers through the trees, and sun falls down like rain through the autumn leaves. Now you and I are past and there’s no looking back. Like the leaves I will fall until the sun comes back. You were one I could always call on. I always thought you’d be the one to hold on. I was wrong. You were much stronger, I was far too unwise. You were much stronger and I was weak. This dream of someone I can hold close like the key to my cell feels just like a fools hope when only time can tell what trouble I’ve run from and what trouble I’m running to. Everything’s broken but the thought of you.