If you were smart
You would have felt...

My love is not a thing of whim
Never in my life have I bestowed my feeling...

You tell me you love me
Yet you stand there and hurt me...

The tears from her eyes
She loves someone...

Trying to hide this pain
That you have caused...

Some reason you think I’m hot
But when I ask why...

I look down at the tiny life in my hands
He has your eyes...

Sitting in this dusky bar
Drain my memories in whiskey...

Hush. Please dont say a word
Its been coming way to long...

The doubt creeping into my soul
Hatred building over the love...

Its winter time again
my love still goes strong...

The snow is falling
the snow flake falls upon you nose...