As I sit here in my house,
With this old picture in my freezing hands,
I daydream about all the times that made me smile,
Now you're gone and so is my smile.
I think about the first kiss I had,
I think about the last kiss I never got.
I think about our final fight,
Which ended what was never suppose to end.
I sit here in my house,
Cold from the harsh winter breeze.
Without you're love to warm me up,
What is left here on this earth.
The Winter freeze is breaking down my door,
Could it be the devil dragging me down,
Or could miraculously it be you,
Coming back to me, to love me once more.
Until I awake from my wonderful dream about you,
I feel faint, and I shiver as the winter destroys me.
What is left here without you're love to keep away the cold?
I realize that this life is useless.
