Lyrics They Call Me October - Breanne Düren

They call me October
Leaves have dried, branches have died
And I stand shaken

After the browning
I had to leave this place behind
And pray for a better day and time

Can't boast in anything now
When the fall and its stealth
Can strip me of my wealth
What have I got to show for myself?

After the browning
I had to leave this place behind
And pray for a better day and time

Can't be wishing that I, I'm not here now
An unfamiliar place, a whole new face
For things so pure that I am sure
They cannot be broken
They cannot be broken, nah

So beg me not
I'm bitter
Though I look so old
Stretched slight and cold

I will not be broken
I will not be broken, nah