Winters.
I can feel the winter creeping up
its claws digging deeper into my sores
that summer re opened with the flesh of the sun
now it’s up to the winter to freeze them shut
if it can’t do that
then I’m hopeless all over again
It churns and it twists
and it keeps you up
it stings when it hits
when you realize
then you realize
you’re all alone
The nights get colder
but I won’t admit (x3)
Because it churns and it twists
and it stings when it hits
then you realize, you’re alone
the nights get colder
but I won’t admit
that you meant that much to me(x2)
Welcome winter.
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