Frail hearts
They bleed
Like ink on paper
Damaging
Like weight in water
Drowning
Like withered leaves
Dying
We are trying
Frail hearts
They bleed
Like ink on paper
Damaging
Like weight in water
Drowning
Like withered leaves
Dying
We are trying
It lingers on
The light of the moon
The smell of burning wood
The bittersweet cold nights
The leaves rustling
They remind me of you
Stay