December
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So I'm waiting for this test to end, so that lighter days can soon begin; I'll be alone, but maybe more carefree, Like a kite that floats so effortlessly; I was afraid to be alone, but now I'm scared that's how I like to be; All these faces none the same, how can there be so many personalities? So many lifeless, empty hands, so many hearts in great demand; and now my sorrow seems so far away, until I'm taken by these bolts of pain; But I turn them off, and tuck them away, until those rainy days that make them stay; And then I'll cry so hard to these sad songs, and the words still ring, once here, now gone; And they echo through my head everyday, and I don't think they'll ever go away; Just like thinking of your childhood home, but we can't go back, we're on our own; Ohh. . . But I'm about to give this one more shot, And find it in myself, I'll find it in myself; So we're speeding towards that time of year, to the day that marks that you're not here; And I think I'll want to be alone, so please understand if I don't answer the phone; I'll just sit and stare at my deep blue walls, until I can see nothing at all; Only particles, some fast, some slow, all my eyes can see is all I know; Ohh. . . But I'm about to give this one more shot, And find it in myself, I'll find it in myself;
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