It always makes me warm like sweaters in december, The words pour out of me... "i can't believe you're gone". Sometimes i'd like to go to a place, Where no one knows my name. The frost has found a home, Underneath the bitter cold, Along the river's edge. I watch the reruns of my life, Like make believe i just pretend i'm fine. I slowly fall asleep to the sound of yesterday, For now i know that things won't be alright. Sometimes i'd like to go to a place, Where no one knows my name. The frost has found a home, Underneath the bitter cold, Along the river's edge. This is the part of me that i don't like