I stepped outside, my heart sank.
Snow drifts to my knees...
Like the drifts around my heart,
Yes, the ones I've tried to hide.
Cold and high, they seem so unbearable
And, that, for I'm alone.
I wish you were here...
But then I wish you never were.
One scoop, two scoops....
I am growing weary.
A love hate relationship:
The peace of possession,
But to live in and possess it,
I grow weary, though,
At times so safe and secure.
I wish you were here...
But then I wish you never were.
I hate my dependence,
Snowfall does not need me.
The relation is all one side and yet, it sticks.
Snow never caring, always cold;
I always give my heart,
Oh I desire it could care.
I wish I you were here...
But then I wish you never were.
One difference of the snow...
There is no anxiety of when it may appear,
It is always expected at one time of year.
I wish you were here...
But then I wish you never were.
No expectancy, no disappointment.
