My friends tell me it's winter

My window shows the same

I can't believe it's been a year

Since we went separate ways...

The irony of it is hard to digest

That our month of love is now the month of heartbreak.

Being together had always been a war against our own people

The sufferer was our love

Which was slowly wounded and crippled.

We tried as hard as we could

But what was meant to be broken

Can't be saved.

After all its destiny

And it can't be changed.