Look at where we are
Broken and far apart,
No more sweet talk
No more walks in the park,
The coldness of November
Drowning these glowing embers
Of my dying heart…
Reminding me of a beautiful past
And now the final few yards
Are closing in fast,
And I don’t know where to turn
I don’t know how, why, when,
Feeling alone for the first time
Just this voice in my mind,
Calling your name
Making it rain,
Just another gloomy November
Season of pain…
