Текст песни mid-nineties - Loss of Control

And with the changing of the weather,
I'll break another promise that I'm getting better.
If I laid down in the snow,
Would you promise not to miss me when I go?

Feeling only what you would let me.
And you smiled.
And I thought
That I'd only need just whatever this was.
But the hours and the minutes
Slowly took away the girl
And won't give her back.

I'm mad.
I'm tired.
I'm depressed.
And you seem to be enjoying this.