the winter blues

the winter blues has a grip on me, all so tight Its icy tentacles wrap around me and squeezes freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite staving off the cold is a battle, an endless fight it brings forth an assortment of nasty diseases The winter blues has a grip on me, all so tight these grey days cloud over the sun, having no light as the icy chill roam wherever it does pleases freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite my blood flows like a frozen berg of ice and into my bones the air seeps, then freezes the winter blues has a grip on me, all so tight frozen raindrops form like dripping stalagmite and the wind blows hard, never letting up or eases freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite thunder roars. then the dark sky ignites distant are the summer days of warm breezes The winter blues has a grip on me, all so tight freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite