It’s the middle of December
When my sanity recoils
Like a serpent in a startle
I can’t get my balance right
Threw all my marbles in the fight
I have only one emotion
Careless fear of depth and devotion
Never seem to get things right
Me and my mind in constant fight
There are only a few to remember
Long ago years that went a bit better
In disbelief they’ll come again
I’ve met my fate until the end
A sliver of hope ill find my way back
Maybe in April, when my thoughts aren’t black.