Alone, but she's not waiting anymore,
Upset, but she's not crying, like she always did before,
You want to ask what's wrong, why she's like that,
There is no answer, life have just changed a lot...
She used to write poems about love so nice,
But now love is dead and no more words and rhymes...
Don't try to guess, why eyes are sad and grey,
They're maybe grey, just like her lonely days...
Days are so grey and cold, like winter cooling sky,
Don't ask her anything, so she wouldn't have to lie...
Leave her alone, recover broken heart,
She will get better and there'll be a new start...