The wind is blowing,
the snow is falling,
and nothing, can drown out my thoughts.
No matter how loud I play, They won't go away.
It's dark outside, and I'm all alone,
here in the freezing cold,
no on can hear me cry.
I should have listened,
when I heard him sing,
"It's dangerous, to be alone, in the freezing cold."
I haven't had a drink for such a long time.
God how I need a smoke to
calm my nerves.
So I can welcome happiness,
with a needle and a razor and lay in a cold waterey grave.
A smile on my face,
the snow will cover me,
and the note in my pocket will bleed,
but you'll still be able to read
"I'm sorry."
and lord, I will be sorry.
