As I look out my window,
I see the clouds, cold and gray.
I see the wind blow raw and bitter,
I see the dead leaves blow away.

As I touch the jagged glass,
I feel the the freezing air,
I feel my chilling tears,
I feel the gusts blow through my hair.

As I close my eyes and listen,
I hear the empty beat of my heart,
I hear the world's sad moans,
I hear the memories rip apart.

All these things I feel,
I hear, and I see,
are the wretched gift of betrayal,
given from you to me.