The cold winter wind stings my cheeks
The snow falls like dust in a room...

Oh the trees that grow
In the summer sun's glow...

Looking at an image
Of you in the mirror...

Reminiscing with Grandpa
Because there is nothing to do...

When the mournin' sun
Streaks across my room...

Pick up all the balls of string
Pick up all the mouses...

I need you here
I need you now...

God grant me the strength
To overcome weakness and perform...

You'r like a rose
You make people cry...

I don't know why I cry when I'm sad
It's not my favorite thing to do...

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It hurts SO MUCH...

Dreams are what we're made of...
When we're floating in the clouds...