All surroundings have become bleak
In that center is I, who is comfortably meek.
And the only thing I feel is frost in my cheek,
As I conform to the snow, broken and weak.

I had thought our love would bring harmony
But it was never the case. Now I'm in agony.
After giving myself to you, I am unwholy,
Deprived of my being, I have become less holy

The well of my existence has been exhausted
My underlying worst fears have fully boasted,
Now I'm at a tumultuous daze feeling haunted
I guess you can say that I have been ghosted.

In the end, it's true, nice guys do finish last,
With plenty of fish at sea, but love is not vast.