"Itâs been a long day, writing cheap words on cheap paper napkins, just to throw them awayâ¦â¦the tension tied around my tongue keeps me talking, but like a noose wrapped around my neck it claims the air from my lungs, or maybe itâs just your stare, that leaves me breathless, that leaves me speechless, begging for a way to tell youâ¦" "â¦Itâs been a long day writing your name on these pages, your name with this pen, but then, Iâll throw them away, and youâll never know âcause Iâll never tell you, thereâs something about the air you breathe, it brings about the autumn leaves, changing color on the ground, Iâll never make a sound while Iâm dying to be found by a stranger, fallen from the tallest tree, changing color on the ground, Iâll never make a sound, while Iâm dying to be found by youâ¦"