Snowstorm
by Ivan Sohrakoff © 2010 Bottom Dwellers
Key: Am
Every time I try to kill you It just doesn’t work out Lord knows I’d love to God knows you deserve it I woke up in the middle of a snow storm Sweating like the devil I found a baby knife it was in my knuckles It seemed like a keychain A thousand pounds of something You can never see with your eyes You can never trust your best friend With your lies Every time I try to kill you It just doesn’t work out Lord knows I’d love to God knows you deserve it I woke up in the middle of a snow storm Sweating like the devil I found a baby knife it was in my knuckles It seemed like a keychain A thousand pounds of something You can never see with your eyes You can never trust your best friend With your lies