December

For Against

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I waddle away the day
Thinking of love gone away
Skies are filled pale winter gray
Christmas rings in windows displays

In december

I regret the things I said
I wish my emotions were dead
Rolling like a film in my head
Painted on my sidewalk in red

In december

Now I see it's all just a game
One I never wanted to play
You fucked with my head every day
Now I'm the only hope you obey

In december