Crying In The Snow

There must be something better, there must be something more,
there must be some good reason for loving you therefore.
Oh I, I, I, I wish i’d never met her.
The laziness of loving, the feeling insecure,
the waste of something precious, you know you’ve been here before.
I wish i’d never met her.
Should I give up breathing?
I never lose the feeling.
Should I be the hard one?
I’ll just end up with no-one.
This time we’ve had between us, the time we’ve had apart.
The silence getting longer, the pause that just won’t stop.
I wish i’d never met her.