It used to feel like a movie where you thought you knew where it would end. Always taking chances. Knowing in the end you'll win again.
But you weren't looking when the tables seemed to have turned, and now you're misunderstood when you say the script should be burned.
And always feeling lonely when you're not alone will eventually make it so.
Don't mind the cold, it only brings you minor pain, and your frozen lake will thaw after these days...
Please just wait.