It's fifteen degrees outside and you're nowhere to be found. I haven't seen you around in a while. I wonder about you sometimes and what it is you've been thinking. What's made you change into the person you've become? As soon as the cold hit, you ran so far away and you changed with the seasons. In the spring time, you fell down with the rain. When summer came around, you were free and happy. When it was time for fall, you blew away with the leaves and now it's December and winter is here and where are you ? You're gone just like the grass and the pavement beneath my feet. It's fifteen degrees outside and you're nowhere to be found.

... it doesn't make sense anymore.