“Please take me by the hand

It's so cold out tonight

I'll put blankets on the bed

I won't turn out the light

Just don't forget to think about me

And I won't forget you

I'll write you once a week she said

Why does it feel the same

To fall in love or break it off

And if young love is just a game

Then I must have missed the kick off

Don't depend on me to ever follow through on anything

But I'd go through hell for you”