Oh, how I hate winter
I hate the cold, and the wind that it brings
I hate how the sun goes down earlier and earlier every single day
And in the mornings; later and later do the early birds sing
I hate seasonal depression, how my feelings sway
I hate how it hurts my face, even my lungs when I breathe
But for every bad point this winter and the next
When you tell me you love me and I can see it in your breath
I forget everything else, and appreciate you for what you are
Oh, how I hate winter but with you it's not so bad so far.