It's always cold outside.
You know as well as I ..
That the freezing winds and falling snow,
can make gentle eyes cry.

Somehow we must be used to it
even as the temperature drops.
My hands are oh, so cold right now.
- You touch them and my heart stops.

"Did you forget your gloves again?"
I nod and flash a grin.
You're holding my hand in yours,
and today is a day for sin.

You talk sweet nothings to me,
blabbing about something I don't understand.
I smile as you tell me all about your life,
and how it didn't go as planned.

I love it when you pinch your nose,
or smile like only you can.
You're asking me what I'm smiling at?
"You're such a retard, Stan.."

What else would I have to smile about?
It's freezing and dropping colder.
But I wish for this day to never end,
and for us never to grow older.

I'd be 16 forever,
Forever holding your hand ..
And you'll continue to blab to me,
about something I don't understand.


Of course, until she saw us.
And took it away from me.
For all the time I was blind to it,
her intervention made me see.

You don't belong to me, Stan.
And I haven't got the right-
To even think about you,
let alone dream of you at night.

I can't stand the heartache,
of watching you with her,
and I can't tell you how I feel,
My emotions are a blur.

Perhaps I'm feeling heartache,
Or maybe I'm already broken.
All the hours we wasted talking,
and these words that long to be spoken.

And so this beating heart of mine,
will cast it's final beat.
And there won't be the times anymore,
when we would hold hands in the street.

I fear this shattered, sunken chest,
and it's heart shall never mend.
For I know the outcome of this mess.
There is an end in Friend...