Death chocolate is myth This I know because I lived I've been around for broken hearts and how Lay your head in my hands little girl This is only right now
Death by crying doesn't exist, The headaches feel a bit like it You might But you reach the end of the road And you, little tree I'm certain you will grow
on your pillow will dry and you will learn how to love again Oh my weeping willow Let your leaves fall and return Oh darling the seasons your friend
Death by anger this is true Just let him go he can't hurt you Oh girl this is such a cruel cruel world This is the first, of a million broken hearts
Tears your pillow will dry and you will learn Just how to love again Oh my weeping willow Let your leaves fall and return Oh the seasons are your friend
Oh it won't be long you will grow strong Up up and away
He's a falling leaf, he's but a falling leaf, he's but a falling leaf