December is like trudging through each weekend's heavy snowfall
And I'm sitting here aching, awaiting the healing, awaiting your call.
December is like hanging onto a rope too tightly,
When I loosen my grip, you tug again, nightly.
December has me at the end of a yo-yo string,
You drop me and I bounce between yes's and no's that sting.
December did not bring happy holidays this year,
I'm forcing smiles through the inevitable cheer.
December is my broken my heart, a heavy snowfall,
I'm aching, I'm healing, I'm forgetting your call.
Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC
December is like trudging through each weekend's heavy snowfall
And I'm sitting here aching, awaiting the healing, awaiting your call.
December is like hanging onto a rope too tightly,
When I loosen my grip, you tug again, nightly.
December has me at the end of a yo-yo string,
You drop me and I bounce between yes's and no's that sting.
December did not bring happy holidays this year,
I'm forcing smiles through the inevitable cheer.
December is my broken my heart, a heavy snowfall,
I'm aching, I'm healing, I'm forgetting your call.
