Getting Older, Getting Colder

And when she leaves me all alone at night, I say is it right?

But she don't care. And when I see another by her side,

she knows it isn't right, but I'm not there. Why don't you

try and think it over? I know it's over,

but I still care. It must be that we're getting older.

Yeah, getting colder. I'm getting scared. You're getting free, but it's not

with me. And in the empty rooms that we once shared, I sit around

and stare. But she's not there. So every night I'm with another