As the temperature drops
Also  does my heart.
My motivation stops
Wishing for that new start
To show you I've changed.
The old me is gone,
My thoughts are hinged
On what I've done.
I can't show you a **** thing.
You're here in spirit,
I'm in a cell this Spring.
I don't have one bit
Of life left in me.
That one thing
That's been arranged,
I'll see you this Spring
And show you I've changed.