Remember...
that kiss under the snowy sky...

I feel the Burn
of a lost love...

He doesn't see
My single tear...

My Hands are in two worlds
One wants to hold your hand...

Sweaty palms
Quaky knees...

I woke up that morning
not expecting what was coming...

I hate you.
I want to see you die...

I'm not the kind of person
to wallow in self-pity...

Looking at your heart
Can you see it cry...

On a night so starry
I felt you leave me...

The ringing phone
Brings a call of loss...

Echoing in the darkness
Through the blackest years...