The discontent of my winter...
You just don't know how I loved her.
She left me cold in the summer,
What she did to my heart was murder.
The icy grip of December...
I tried so hard to remember
Our warmer days without number,
But instead, I sunk into slumber...
She hurt me so gods-damned much,
I don't know if I will ever heal.
The magic and sunshine in her touch
Is something I'll never again feel.
The snow and ice chilled my heart,
I felt as though she'd torn me apart.
Her cold disdain for our warm past
Made it clear that the die was cast.
Cold and alone for Valentine's,
I looked back and searched for signs
Of my long-lost happiness.
Now I just feel hapless.
The discontent of my winter
Makes me shiver this time each year.
In my heart, an icy splinter
Replaces the love that I held dear.