Let me tell you all about it...

There's a cruel wind blows,
As the ice grows cold,
And the hearts, so dull,
Haven't sensed it.
Discontentment, shows,
And the eyes look old,
As her heart grows cold,
And resents it.
Furthest from, our love's revival,
Desperate thoughts, of my survival,
And, from her, just fear's, full eye-full,

How did I, get here?