Through the streets of London, Ive entered this red mysterious door. A small cubicle, where people make a call for.

Every word you said that night, Through that phone, I begged for you to just love me, Or at least just listen to me, Thats all I ask for.

But after the words you have told, A scar left on my heart and skin, And it took me a whole night, To reminisce and try to let you go, Whilst finishing a dozen bottles of Gin.

This love I tried to give, The person I tried to win. The love given to you within, All you did to me was make my entire head spin.

The very cold nights, Hoping to find something I have been always Wanting to find. Searching everywhere I go, Even reached up to the lakes snow. It’s December, the waters gone cold. I feel this weird feeling, Hoping I find something. Time past, still no hope. It’s gotten late, I think I need to go home. But out of the blues, I see something, Until I heard my alarm ringing.