It was the middle of winter, she left in the cold
Taking nothing but her ring and my pride
Now it’s winter again, I’m still here
There’s an empty bottle with me inside
I’m holding up a lamppost with my one good arm
The blood there on the floor must be mine
And I would be alright now
I’d be alright, but these memories are killing me
When promises break, they shatter like glass
The rainbow never gives you the gold
Old love letters left out in the rain
The summertime always brings the cold
All things must pass; both good and bad
Day is always […]