Clouds overhead pouring with freezing rain.
On this long winter night, wrapped in shadows.
She sits alone pondering her thoughts and woes.
Aimlessly staring at the approaching train.

She's thinking of every word he ever said.
Remembering her wrists running with red.
How did everything so quickly turn to ****?
But she knows... and is too afraid to admit...

With the morning, the sun breaks through the cloud-cast.
Shining brightly and warmly as if it was a summer breeze.
Suddenly the moments here, for a long time it seems to last.
And she's stuck to the bench frozen solid in her memories.

As the train passes by, she looks down then smiles.
She's made up her mind, she's going to stay awhile.
And on that morning, she got up from where she'd lain.
465 days was how long it took for things to be okay again.