February

The sun is melting
The dusted snow
The birds are singing
And I'm alone

February
You come once a year
To fill me up
With weighted tears

Go away!
You cursed hawks
I'm in so much pain
That it's hard to talk

What's wrong with me?
What's wrong with me?
I don't want to feel this way
Next February



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Handschuh
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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