What a season it is to have the blues
I used to love this time of year
but now I hit Snooze
The air feels heavy
my heart has left my chest
the Christmas songs I once adored
just make me feel depressed
I don’t feel merry
I don’t feel held or blessed
I’m tired of empty promises
and all this needless stress
This season once felt warm
And now it chills me to the bone
I only hope the new year brings
a feeling I can call home
Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 2:23 PM UTC
What a season it is to have the blues
I used to love this time of year
but now I hit Snooze
The air feels heavy
my heart has left my chest
the Christmas songs I once adored
just make me feel depressed
I don’t feel merry
I don’t feel held or blessed
I’m tired of empty promises
and all this needless stress
This season once felt warm
And now it chills me to the bone
I only hope the new year brings
a feeling I can call home
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