As the winter blows out side, and I sit here inside this cliché café.
I wonder what happen to me back in thoughts old days that made be laugh and play all day.

Trust me I love the cold.
But everyday it seams harder and harder to go out there in the cold.

It maybe the things I have learned,
or the things I've lost.

What ever it  may be I hope the cold winter days will still love me,
and will wait for me to love them the way I did when I was young once again.