Epicure
12 Months Of Winter
There's a dark, cold prison cell in my mind
Or so I'm told, the story changes every time
But I keep the walls well padded
So I can't hurt myself
I keep the keys well hidden, so I can't escape myself
Cos I've had 12 months of winter
And the sunshine's gotta come
When you see me next love, I'm gonna be..someone..
From Letras Mania