I've got my feet on the ground, and I don't go to sleep to dream...

I'm liking the cold weather: it's allowed me to justify pulling out my comforter to use on my bed...

Now if only I could get rid of the fever that I have.


This mind, this body, and this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you, don't come around
I got my own hell to raise