[Verse 1] I found a notebook in the corner, Dusty words I used to claim. Dreams I penciled in the margins, Signed with hope beside my name. [Pre-Chorus] I tried to hold the story tight, But paper fades in fading light. [Chorus] Falling pages, out of my hands, Like autumn leaves on borrowed land. Every line a yesterday, Every tear a soft decay. Falling pages, drifting free, Parts of who I used to be. [Verse 2] Some vows written in a whisper, Some erased before they spoke. Promises like ink in water, Turned to wishes as they broke. [Pre-Chorus] I used to fear the empty space, Now it’s where I learn to trace. [Chorus] Falling pages, out of my hands, Like autumn leaves on borrowed land. Every line a yesterday, Every tear a soft decay. Falling pages, drifting free, Parts of who I used to be. [Bridge] Maybe stories aren’t forever, Maybe change is how we grow. Even books with missing chapters Still can end with something whole. [Final Chorus] Falling pages, let them fly, Like quiet prayers into the sky. Not all endings mean goodbye — Some are just a redefined. Falling pages, finally free, Making room for who I’ll be. [Outro] I’m still writing… carefully.
