Snow falls tonight on these winter blues; covered in white I stand without you. My lips are frost; still you don’t appear with your sexy accost. Till when will I live on my own? Am I like Elvis, forever without a love of my own! These winter blues make my eyes death. Will someone please revive me with some meth; at least this way I’ll keep my breath. Can still remember my days with Ana Seth; oh God or was it Any McBeth? Either way they were never as nice as good ole Beth...
Standing alone I die with my winter blues.
Standing alone I curse these winter blues.
My cries can no longer reach the heavens these days; the holies have shut their ears to you... a drunker says. He laughs at me as he grips his bottle of scotch! Perhaps if I ask for a sip it’ll bring this meth down a notch!!!
Been called the dreamer of the night; for I walk alone, without a lover in sight. Yes they are right; for a dreamer I truly am... and for them I’ll always fight. Unlike my winter blues, my dreams give me strength and might – a modern day Superman, ready to leap tall buildings in a single flight. No wait, I think it’s in a single bound! Though it’s known my only leaps these days take me straight to the ground!
Somebody is all I want; yet she insists on running from my presence. Wish she would take this jaunt; forever our hands together held in love’s pure essence. Existing without her is torture; without her to call mine, the winter blues become my scorcher.
Will she come and heal my winter blues?
Will she kiss me and melt away my winter blues?
Like Elvis, I’ll live without a love of my own; dying away in these bitter cold winter blues.
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