Freeze
It's cold, it's real cold
I wish I could just freeze all
I need to go
I need to be gone I haven't a thing to do
What to do
Where to go
Why dose it have to be this way
What the hell is our purpose
*~Shay Smith~*
"2004"
I wish I could just freeze all
I need to go
I need to be gone I haven't a thing to do
What to do
Where to go
Why dose it have to be this way
What the hell is our purpose
*~Shay Smith~*
"2004"
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