One Winter's Day - Justin Rutledge

Composed by：Justin Rutledge

I killed myself from one Winter's day

To see what I become

I spelt all every grey

The skin the palm and drawer

The skin the palm and drawer

I killed myself from one Winter's day

No legend followed me

I walked down I combed my hair

I planned accordingly

I planned accordingly

I killed myself from one Winter's day

I was tired of getting cold

Within the blade of teacher's tone

Within the liars that I've been told

No bittering was calling me

And the sky was blind and blue

I killed myself from one Winter's day

There was nothing else to do

There was noting else to do

I killed myself from one Winter's day

With the road already span

I stewed bread on the black vibes

And waited for the sun

I waited for the sun