The house is bitter cold. But NO ONE WILL LISTEN TO ME!
The house is cold
The windows shut
The doors are close
The heat is up
Can't feel my toes
I'm feeling old
the house is cold
I've begged of you
Turn up the heat
I'll catch the flu
Frostbitten feet
You've been told
the house is cold
This sweater's thin
This blanket's ripped
This house is been
Like a crypt
Wind's so bold
the house is cold
You told me no
Ignored my cries
Took my hope
Now I lie
Upon my bed
No cold to dread
I'll never be cold again
I have two passions, Art, and Writing! This is the writing side of my passion.
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