I loved you for a year, telling you I love you and you alone.
You say you love me back, and it will last forever.
Claiming that our fire of burning passion will never die out.
You loved me for who I was, when other’s didn’t even notice me.
You tell me that you are leaving for someone else, yet try to hide the blow.
I cry and whimper, since i devoted so much to you, and get nothing back…
Why does this happen every time, why must i not be able to find “the one”.
Did i mean so little, or was i not there at all to you.
The chilled air of snow outside, is nothing compared to the cold heart I’m left with.
Dead inside, yet living… I am a ghost