This winter came too soon. I'm still singing songs in the same sad tune. You're not the person I knew last year. I stay as far as I can get from the bathroom mirror. Watching "A New Hope" with my roommate is the only thing that keeps me sane. I hate these gray clouds. I guess I'll hide from the rain. I'll fall apart and float away in five hundred pieces. I'll fall apart and you'll wish I was everything I never was.