The Ghostly Piece

I woke up in the fall When the branches were still Orange, yellow and red I listened to the dark As it whispered to me This is all in your head I woke up in the fall When the branches were still Orange, yellow and red I listened to the dark As it whispered to me This is all in your head I listened to the scars As they talked about me Everything was internal Everything was But oh so filtered Powerless, raw There is no father anymore There is no other There is no scars upon the floor It's only matter Sorry But my life is spinning I am sorry That this life is ending Sorry But my life is spinning I am sorry That this life is ending