I while away the day
Thinking of our love gone away
Skies are filled with 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 that I never wanted to play
You fucked with my head every day
Now I can only hope you will pay
In December
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