I stand on the corner and contemplate,
The floor adorned in a sea of red...

The snow beats upon my face on a cold, lonely...
The world left engulfed in the haze of those now...

A broken man walks alone tonight,
Beside him trees sway to and fro...

Flowers wither and chocolates mold,
Soon tossed away with food gone old...

Who gave you the permission to judge,
You think you know me but do you really...