trickling down the window pane, condensing morning dew
a breather of the fresh, air thats been renewed
cold infecting my immune system, producing flue
throat feeling dry and rough, like sandpaper, yeah its true

been trapped in a dream, i would never wake up
forced to be awaken, as the wind build up
having semi-frostbite, aint causing this tears
dreamt of a girl, my heart been longing for years

Label : as i woke up

im hustling off.

peace im out