Randomly written infatuation song

All of the leaves have turned to green
I watch the water run downstream
And I think of you
Yeah, I think of you

And all my days are hard to fill
All of this time I gotta kill
So I think of you
Yeah I think of you

I watch the water run by my feet
I see the leaves fall from every tree
But not with you (no, not with you)
I'm not with you.

All my complaints are so futile
And all my tears are of a child
A child who wants to
Be an adult for you

I see my world through a camera lens
My emotion really does depend
On whether I'm with you (I'm not with you)
Whether I'm with you....

And I cannot see
When I'll be
Where you want me
No....

I now see how futile it is
To moan and whine like a little bitch
Cause I've got you (yeah I've got you)
Yeah I've got you.