All these memories

The leaves were falling just like me when we September ended,
The coffee cup still has your name, faded by my window pane.
These streets whisper secrets, as I pass the places we haunted,
Every laughter and tear, like the melody I once wanted. All these memories, like a symphony of goodbye,
Playing soft and low, under the twilight sky.
I told you I’m fine, but the echoes of you,
Keep haunting me tonight, like a sad, sweet tune. Echoes of you, in the corners of my mind,
I dance alone, where our shadows intertwined.
You're the song I can't outwrite,
In the silent parts of the night.
Echoes of you, like whispers in the breeze,
Still tell the story of you and me. I found your sweater, it still smells just like that October rain,
It’s funny how some things, they just never seem to fade.
And in my dreams, I see the maze of your smile,
Lead me back to when, you’d steal me away for a while. All these memories, like a symphony of goodbye,
Playing soft and low, while I try not to cry.
I told you I’m fine, but the echoes of you,
Are the ghosts in the night, keeping me from the truth. Echoes of you, in the corners of my mind,
I dance alone, where our shadows intertwined.
You're the song I can't outwrite,
In the silent parts of the night.
 All these memories, like a symphony of goodbye,
Playing soft and low, while I try not to cry.
I told you I’m fine, but the echoes of you,
Are the ghosts in the night, keeping me from the truth. Echoes of you, in the corners of my mind,
I dance alone, where our shadows intertwined.
You're the song I can't outwrite,
In the silent parts of the night.
Echoes of you, like whispers in the breeze,
Still tell the story of you and me. And if I could, I’d run right back to the start,
Where the world was ours with every beat of our hearts.
But time pulls forward, and I'm left with residue,
Of not just a love, but the echoes of you. Echoes of you, in the corners of my mind,
I dance alone, where our shadows intertwined.
You're the song I can't outwrite,
In the silent parts of the night.
Echoes of you, like whispers in the breeze,
Still tell the story of you and me. The echoes of you, they never seem to fade,
In the melody of the life we once made.
Now I hold onto each note, bittersweet and true,
The song plays on, but the music was you. And if I could, I’d run right back to the start,
Where the world was ours with every beat of our hearts.
But time pulls forward, and I'm left with residue,
Of not just a love, but the echoes of you. The echoes of you, they never seem to fade,
In the melody of the life we once made.
Now I hold onto each note, bittersweet and true,
The song plays on, but the music was you. All these memories, like a symphony of goodbye,
Playing soft and low, while I try not to cry.
I told you I’m fine, but the echoes of you,
Are the ghosts in the night, keeping me from the truth. 
I told you I’m fine, but the echoes of you,
Are the ghosts in the night, keeping me from the truth. All these memories, like a symphony of goodbye,
Playing soft and low, while I try not to cry.
I told you I’m fine, but the echoes of you,
Are the ghosts in the night, keeping me from the truth.