| When the sun is goneit's surely not forgottenit's surely not forgottenby the likes of methough the leaves may dieand a tree survives to blossomso why does that wheel of lifewant more from me? | |
| Why does it have to hurtwhen it's... | |
| So when the season comes to praythat | |
| God take mother to her grave | |
| In an endless, frigid, bitterboiling sea | |
| I know what kind of sonhopes someone with a gunputs a bullet through her brain'cause | |
| I'm that bitch'sbitter, hateful seedthat's me | |
| Why does it have to hurtwhen it's cold? | |
| Yeah, why does it have to hurtwhen it's cold? | |
| Why does my skin burnoff its bones? | |
| Yeah why does it have to hurtwhen it's cold? | |
| So then I started losing daysaround | |
| Novemberand then | |
| I fold into the greywinter's coat'cause the things that hurt the mostthat | |
| I rememberseem to only show their facewhen it's cold | |
| And then I start to bleedbecause it's up to meand then | |
| I start to believethat | |
| I don't wanna be anymore | |
| So why does it have to hurtwhen it's cold? | |
| Yeah, why does it have to hurtwhen it's cold? | |
| Why does the skin burnoff its bones? | |
| Yeah, why does it have to hurtwhen it's home? | |
| Why couldn't we stay in churchlike we were told? | |
| Yeah, why does it? | |
| Why does it? | |
| Why does it hurtwhen it's cold? |