Sitting alone in my house again. Waiting for this day to end. As the soft candles give a glow. I wander off in my mind. As the wax drips slow. In the arms of my true love. Hoping the snow would never stop. It is useless to think such thoughts. When will this day end? That warm feeling that comes to heart. Then the two of us torn apart. Will I wait alone. Standing in the snow. Waiting for the snowman of my dreams. To come warm me with is hugs. It is useless to think such thoughts. When will this day end?