It's happening again,

You're tearing at the seams,

As the snow falls to the ground,

As the birds stop singing,

As your heart continues breaking,

Time stops, you breathe.

You're holding on tight,

But he's letting go,

Thought the heat was mutual,

Now all you feel is cold.

The snow starts to pile up,

You're trapped, he's free,

It's hard to light a match when there's no air to breathe.

So you fight and you burn,

You struggle and you hurt,

But the cold wins out,

And you're all alone,

With just a burnt out match,

You have to go home.