Winter Gloves Ending Soon
I tiptoe to the room.
It's my addiction to the room.
All the things that I wrote,
all the things that I wrote,
they all waste your time.
They all waste your time.
I skip the greetings on the scene.
The are never any thrill.
All the things that I wrote,
all the things that I wrote,
they all waste your time.
They all waste your time.
I tiptoe to the room.
I try to reach you before this cruel act.
But all the things that I wrote,
all the things that I wrote,
they all waste your time.
They all waste your time.
It's always a bad time.
It's always a bad time.
It's always a bad time.
It's always a bad time.
