You can’t paint my dull grey sky
‘Cus you went and said good-bye

Since you left, time has stood still
I look out the windowsill

I pray for you to return
I guess I will never learn

The pure white snow melts away
Signaling another day

Spring to summer, then to fall
And at last, you fin’ly call

I hate to say, I moved on
So too late, I’m gone to far gone

You should have called months ago
’Cus right now I’m fin’ly home

Someone who will love me back
A big trait that you had lacked.