What more is there to say?
What more is there to do?
When on any given day,
I am the enemy to you.

Forget the trials that cause dismay,
forget the world which makes us blue.
I am more evil than all that when you hate
me in this way that you do.

I want to feel the sun upon my face,
I want to take a long warm dip with you,
but none of that is coming my way
it's a long cold winter for which I am due.

I will suffer all my days
**** me if it's true,
you don't need me anyways,
Now that last part is surely true.