It always makes me warm like sweaters in december,
The words pour out of me...
"i can't believe you're gone".
Sometimes i'd like to go to a place,
Where no one knows my name.
The frost has found a home,
Underneath the bitter cold,
Along the river's edge.
I watch the reruns of my life,
Like make believe i just pretend i'm fine.
I slowly fall asleep to the sound of yesterday,
For now i know that things won't be alright.
Sometimes i'd like to go to a place,
Where no one knows my name.
The frost has found a home,
Underneath the bitter cold,
Along the river's edge.
This is the part of me that i don't like
