The way the willow leans over the brook |
I wanted you to change |
I know when it's the time to walk away |
Go where you want to go, |
No matter what I say |
It's been a long, cold winter, without you... |
Why do I always have to turn around and see you walking away with no regrets of leaving me? |
And you're wearing me down |
But what can I say now? |
Since you've been gone I've been lost inside |