Winter is back

but I'm not at ease

What happened to the joyous melodies?

Well, they were dragged away

And forgot I was still there

But, I guess, didn't think enough of it to care

And as I walk alone, through the cruel winter breeze, I fear

That my heart will rip apart again

And that I'll shed much more tears

Because you probably don't even know that I'm here.

And as I look behind me,

Two girls, I see

Then I whisper to myself,

"That used to be me."

But I know you're gone to stay

Because you never listen when I say,

"You've been stolen away."