The winters are getting colder
they are worlds apart
everyone thinks things are better
with two broken hearts

she sits in the window, tears
falling from her eyes
no one can really see the fears
that kills her slowly, taking the life..

he lays in the darkness of his room
swallowed in the agony of the day
his life was a living dying doom
without his beautiful babe..

people where harsh-terrible for
what they did taking then apart
slamming and locking the door
between them breaking their hearts

they longed to be with each other
as both where forced to go seprate ways
like the yin and yang they had to be together
so close..yet so far away