September, the leaves fall and flowers all wither
October comes 'round and you change your phone number
November goes by, and you tell me "We're over"
December is here, I am lost in Manchester
September, October, November, December
I pray oh I wish I would never remember
The words that you said, the words that you whispered
I cannot let go, but they're all lost forever
I'm sorry I wrote this but I had no choice
When one is inspired then one must give voice
To the ghosts within
A tiny window into my world.
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