That November

She remembers
That November
Glory fading away from that September

The clouds are here
No sky that's clear
She's unsure, if she's being sincere

She dreams at night
Clutching her pillow tight
Still dreams of him; it isn't right

It's June now
And somehow
She has the same row...

With her mind
If she had a chance she'd rewind
Her hearts fights so does her mind