This time of the year brings out the worst in me When the wind picks up and sweeps me off my feet I lay in the cold leaves Clouds are all I see And the snow starts falling with my self esteem And all I can think is that it's just not fair That somebody else gets to brush your hair And kiss your neck right on the spot that I found But when I'm talking I don't make no sound When the sun came back and I could breathe I saw you walking across the street You quickly turned around your back to me And I had a thought that I forced to leave But it followed me home so quiet I didn't see Then hid in the shadows till I fell asleep And crept to my bed where I slept so lonely And whispered that maybe you're dreaming of me