It´s strange how this story had to end,
you´ve lost yourself to bitterness again.
Is it what you see as you turn out the light,
a little fragment of our strained demise?
So you find yourself alone again, reciting sad,
sad words that you know will never end and how it came to be you´ll never know,
it´s a four letter word – a four letter word you couldn´t see.
But it´s all I have, it´s all I have.
This is how I´ll remember,
this is how I´ll remember,
this is how I´ll remember - February.
