When the sun is goneit's surely not forgottenit's surely not forgottenby the likes of methough the leaves may dieand a tree survives to blossomso why does that wheel of lifewant more from me?
Why does it have to hurtwhen it's...
So when the season comes to praythat 
God take mother to her grave
In an endless, frigid, bitterboiling sea
I know what kind of sonhopes someone with a gunputs a bullet through her brain'cause 
I'm that bitch'sbitter, hateful seedthat's me
Why does it have to hurtwhen it's cold?
Yeah, why does it have to hurtwhen it's cold?
Why does my skin burnoff its bones?
Yeah why does it have to hurtwhen it's cold?
So then I started losing daysaround 
Novemberand then 
I fold into the greywinter's coat'cause the things that hurt the mostthat 
I rememberseem to only show their facewhen it's cold
And then I start to bleedbecause it's up to meand then 
I start to believethat 
I don't wanna be anymore
So why does it have to hurtwhen it's cold?
Yeah, why does it have to hurtwhen it's cold?
Why does the skin burnoff its bones?
Yeah, why does it have to hurtwhen it's home?
Why couldn't we stay in churchlike we were told?
Yeah, why does it?
Why does it?
Why does it hurtwhen it's cold?