Why don’t things ever work out right?
Not one thing
Not one thing has ever gone right
It’s always gone slightly sideways or something
Somewhere it wasn’t supposed to
Everything I touch turns to
Not quite right
Or outright failure
How can I get hope when I don’t even have a hope
What a joke
And you froze me in the cold to say
What?
It’s real cold too bad it won’t snow?
Things that I want get wrapped up in the things I can see and they get muddied because
I just wanted it to snow.
If it’s going to be this cold it should snow
At least I’d have someone to play with
At least I’d have someone to play with
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