With its cold smoggy weather,
and leaves that fall graciously,
yellow autumn was my favorite season.
Now it's not.
Grief in my heart,
my sad face in the mirror...
Those who know me say someone must have caused me to be like this,
I'm remaining silent.
So many things that I do serve no purpose at all.
Photographs are in the drawer, my memories are resisting to stay alive.
Friends say, ''He's the reason for all this'' with hatred.
But I'm the only one who knows the truth and I'm crying in secret.
They know wrong, it's not anybody's fault,
it's not his fault,
it's not a twisted game of fate,
it's my fault.
With its cold smoggy weather,
and leaves that fall graciously,
yellow autumn was my favorite season.
Now it's not.
Grief in my heart,
my sad face in the mirror...
Those who know me say someone must have caused me to be like this,
I'm just smiling (as a response).
So many things that I do serve no purpose at all.
Photographs are in the drawer, my memories are resisting to stay alive.
Friends say, ''He's the reason for all this'' with hatred.
But I'm the only one who knows the truth and I'm crying in secret.
They know wrong, it's not anybody's fault,
it's not his fault,
it's not a twsited game of fate,
it's my fault.