I never wanted to be her february song,
All that I promised was to slip away,
Morning is waking up and night-time sleep.
I never want to love again
Because I never want to be let down.
Someone tell her, someone but me,
That I will never stop to fade.
Until all that is left is a shadow,
And all's left is dying memories.
I never want to be a february song,
Or to fall in love so.
