All those things I did wrong I can't do anymore They can't be fixed with a song You shouted 'i love you' and slammed the front door
I'm dying slowly now If you'll excuse me that small hyperbole
With you gone I'm so lost not that i knew my way before you Through the chill and the frost oh it's winter outside and inside it's cold too
I probably know that you're right But that don't make me believe it You say you'll heal, given time but it's time i don't have, as much as you need it.
I'm dying faster now If you'll excuse me that small hyperbole