| Morning breaks
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| It’s a sobering take
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| But I’m here, you are not again
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| This time of year, I usually lean on
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| My closest friends, secretly hoping
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| That you’ll be coming back here
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| I don’t mind, I don’t care
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| I don’t need your love
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| No, maybe I never did
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| I am strong
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| And I belong
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| To this world and if I cannot belong
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| To anyone then I’ll confide
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| In the quiet winter, light a gathering
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| And I hope you find some peace of mind
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| This Christmas, hopefully
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| It was Christmas night, back in '99
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| You went out, no one knew where you went
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| And I’ve spent my whole damn life
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| Trying to find you
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| I don’t mind, I don’t care
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| I don’t need your love
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| No, maybe I never did
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| I am strong
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| And I belong
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| To this world and if I cannot belong
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| To anyone then I’ll confide
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| In the quiet winter, light a gathering
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| And I hope you find some peace of mind
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| This Christmas, hopefully
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| I do mind, I do care
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| I still need your love
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| And the truth is that I always will
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| I’m not strong, I belong
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| To this world, and if I cannot belong
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| To anyone then I’ll confide
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| In the quiet winter, light a gathering
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| Hoping to find some peace of mind
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| This Christmas, hopefully |