Stone Down The Well - 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 its hard to talk

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

Written by:
Adam Handschuh

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