The bitter cold and blowing wind
reminds me of the nights I sinned
spent running from the fight
I spewed the venom through my tears
the contests went on for years
I don't blame you for your fears
But the hurt and sting still make me think that I could have had much better
yeah, the hurt and sting still makes me think
So, late at night I wonder still
if you were right about my will
to keep my feelings pure
and so I wonder if I ever
will get to be with him forever
and feel a touch and warmth at night
And the hurt and sting still make me think that you could have done much better
yeah the hurt and sting makes me think
the hurt and sting make me think that some pains last forever
yeah the hurt and sting make me think
I don't think I'll be home for awhile
Mama, I'm not coming home
I don't think I'll be home.
Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 5:14 PM UTC
The bitter cold and blowing wind
reminds me of the nights I sinned
spent running from the fight
I spewed the venom through my tears
the contests went on for years
I don't blame you for your fears
But the hurt and sting still make me think that I could have had much better
yeah, the hurt and sting still makes me think
So, late at night I wonder still
if you were right about my will
to keep my feelings pure
and so I wonder if I ever
will get to be with him forever
and feel a touch and warmth at night
And the hurt and sting still make me think that you could have done much better
yeah the hurt and sting makes me think
the hurt and sting make me think that some pains last forever
yeah the hurt and sting make me think
I don't think I'll be home for awhile
Mama, I'm not coming home
I don't think I'll be home.
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