I run through the leaves
As my thoughts wander
Wondering how fall can ponder
Who they can hurt today
The grandma crossing the street
Or the girl with her head in the sky
Not even knowing about the one
Who catches secret glances
As she walks by
While she carves her pumpkin pie
She doesn’t even know
The carves that go into their heart
As time goes by
While the clock hits midnight
Fall has already begun
And the broken hearts
Have already been done