• As winter days pass on by, I am forced to wonder why,
    If you love someone why not tell them and spare yourself the pain;

    As spring flowers start to bloom, I am consumed by the gloom,
    and wonder if he'll ever feel the same;

    As summer skies turn a blue, I do wish I never knew,
    the pain of love, and how it can't be tamed;

    As fall leaves begin to fall, I decide to never love again at all,
    As if that would really work for me;

    So as winter days return, some new love begins to burn,
    and once again I can finally feel.