Winter is coming , though it's spring time.
I'm broken hearted so let it be.
It's no use to cry over the spilled milk.
He has forgotten, abandoned me.
Life goes on , I've got wonderful memories.
I still hear his voice deep in my head.
May be one day he will wanna to kiss me
I will be happy , will try to forgive.
I am emotional, I am not stable.
now I cry , later I laugh.
sooner or later I will feel really better.
but at the moment I want to get drunk.