Death by 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, though

The headaches feel a bit like it

You might explode

But you reach the end of the road

And you, little tree

I'm certain you will grow



Tears on your pillow will dry and you will learn

Just how to love again

Oh my weeping willow

Let your leaves fall and return

Oh darling the seasons are your friend



Death by anger this is true

Just let him go he can't hurt you

Oh little girl this is such a cruel cruel world

This is the first, of a million broken hearts



Tears on your pillow will dry and you will learn

Just how to love again

Oh my weeping willow

Let your leaves fall and return

Oh darling the seasons are your friend



Oh it won't be long you will grow strong

Up up and away



He's but a falling leaf, he's but a falling leaf, he's but a fallïng leaf