Cold
No matter how hard I try
I can't keep out the cold.
I try to think of the reasons why
I'm always the last one to be told.
My hands are always cold.
I didn't find out till later.
Deceived till I was finally told
He'd already chosen her.
chorus:
I used to sit at my window
Denying all I should've known.
Vacantly staring through the window,
I should've known he'd never come back.
I should've known better than that,
But still I'll sit by my window.
I didn't know when
He started drifting away.
Was I only a friend?
Will he come back someday?
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