If I asked you to be mine, would you deny?
If so, then, I'm wasting my time.
Why not be brave, and just hold on?
Because I'm scared, without her, I'd be gone.
When snow comes, that is when I will finally be at my happiness
But when the snow melts, what is there to aid my sadness?
Love comes from spring, Depression comes from winter,
I rather dwell in the shadows than to pick a rosy splinter.