Days, nights, wasted away.
Pushing me back into the cold and blowing out my fire,
Dragging me back to that one December day.
Where I lost,
Lost at love, at life, and at happiness.
Defeated, but I still don't know the cause,
All I know, is that I'm just loved a lot less.
Where the Christmas season,
Lights me up with anger, and envy.
Mad at the world, for no reason,
I just want to go home, I don't need your love or your sympathy.
Write out my name, and slap it on a tombstone,
Because I'm pretty sure I've reached the end.
All I'm begging for is some hope,
To get past this December requiem.