January was winding
while March was simply kind,
led my way into his building
with my suitcase right behind.
He didn't see me coming,
yet he saw right through my mind.
His careless humor screaming
that I could make him mine.
And, devil only knows,
I wouldn't miss a chance
To rip him off his clothes
and take him for a dance
but little did we know
what fate had in for us
"two weeks and I will go"
became four months of fuss
It's been a half-a-year,
since I made up this mess
But now its crystal clear
What I have to confess
he saw the best in me
But I couldn't love him back,
today I must agree
I was nothing but a wrack.
I was younger, I was mad,
wrongdoings from my part
all those lovers hurt me bad
couldn't fit him in my heart
Maybe nothing will ring true
alas, its much too late
Perhaps, nothing I can do,
will give us a clean slate
