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When the sun is gone it's surely not forgotten it's surely not forgotten by the likes of me though the leaves may die and a tree survives to blossom so why does that wheel of life want more from me? Why does it have to hurt when it's... So when the season comes to pray that God take mother to her grave In an endless, frigid, bitter boiling sea I know what kind of son hopes someone with a gun puts a bullet through her brain 'cause I'm that bitch's bitter, hateful seed that's me Why does it have to hurt when it's cold? Yeah, why does it have to hurt Songtextewhen it's cold? Why does my skin burn off its bones? Yeah why does it have to hurt when it's cold? So then I started losing days around November and then I fold into the grey winter's coat 'cause the things that hurt the most that I remember seem to only show their face when it's cold And then I start to bleed because it's up to me and then I start to believe that I don't wanna be anymore So why does it have to hurt when it's cold? Yeah, why does it have to hurt when it's cold? Why does the skin burn off its bones? Yeah, why does it have to hurt when it's home? Why couldn't we stay in church like we were told? Yeah, why does it? Why does it? Why does it hurt when it's cold? (Grazie a Luca Marano per questo testo) Aus Songtexte Mania