In October,
when the leafs fell to the ground and you gave up on me,
I knew had to either way find another way or end it.
I ended it right there,
killed the one I was and started out to be someone I never thought I'd be.
It feels awesome to be doing what I do,
but there is no love in this game,
I call him up just if I want him,
not for love but for what I want.

In October,
you stopped talking to me and by January,
I left not only but me and I am way too into what I am doing.
Caught up in something I never wanted but feels better than I would've believed.

I missed you but now it's not you that's missing but what you took away from me.
Trying to find something to fill the hole inside of me,
but no one could replace you and how you treated me.