• im not sure of wat i have,
    im not sure if ill ever know,
    all i can say, is im sick of all the snow.
    im tired of this pain,
    misery and woe,
    all i ask of u,
    is not 2 leave me, let me go.
    dont let it stay, let tht memory go,
    take all uve got left, and trudge out in the snow.
    no i wont follow u, i have things 2 do,
    but i promise in a few days or 2,
    ill be waiting at tht empty house again,
    ill be waiting for u.