Watching down I see it,
What they don't want me to see...

The crisp blue sky
With winds so cold...

If I ever make you cry
Then I might as well not live...

The eccentric old lady with pink hair,
stubbing out her cigarette...

Sweet eyes lie upon no beauty
Innocence not rewarded with grace...

I know I shouldn't be jealous
You love me, that is clear...

Bustling around in my thick winter coat
Red gloves and a scarf to match...

Whilst walking along this distance
I've walked so often before...

A harsh reality
A feeling so true...

I can't see you.
Like a whisper...

I know it's hard so far apart
But forever and always you're in my heart...

Appreciate me now,
For soon I will be gone...