Not sure if it's drool
Or if it's my tears
Not sure who I become
This time of year
Don't like the feeling
Of cold wind in my face
It just feels like I'm being
Sprayed with mace
Winter blues
What's the use?
Throwing on my ice skates, banging on my steel plates
Falling on my face again
Not being dramatic, be more empathetic
Asking you all over again
Crashing, falling
On thin ice
And I'm returning
To old vices
Though it's not the first time
That the weather does this
I'm already longing
For spring's bliss
Winter blues
What's the use?
Throwing on my ice skates, banging on my steel plates
Falling on my face again
Not being dramatic, be more empathetic
Happens every now and then