Maybe it’s because
it’s the end of the year
and we’re on the brink
of starting anew.
Maybe it’s because
this winter is exceptionally cold
and your hand’s not here
to warm mine up.
Maybe it’s because
I’m not proud of
the things I’ve done
and the ones who can forgive me
are already too far gone.
Maybe it’s because
the good memories,
come and gone,
are here no more
and this winter looks so bleak.
Maybe it’s because
nothing’s wrong, really -
it’s just my expectations
in my messed up little mind -
maybe it’s just me.
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 10:27 PM UTC
Maybe it’s because
it’s the end of the year
and we’re on the brink
of starting anew.
Maybe it’s because
this winter is exceptionally cold
and your hand’s not here
to warm mine up.
Maybe it’s because
I’m not proud of
the things I’ve done
and the ones who can forgive me
are already too far gone.
Maybe it’s because
the good memories,
come and gone,
are here no more
and this winter looks so bleak.
Maybe it’s because
nothing’s wrong, really -
it’s just my expectations
in my messed up little mind -
maybe it’s just me.
