| I walk on this frozen lake,
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| Hoping to hit a spot that’s weaker than I was,
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| A year a half ago.
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| I remember how Christmas used to be,
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| Before she spat me out.
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| And left me to roam this empty place.
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| If I ran to the city sub lights, I’d still feel dull and worn out.
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| It’s time to start over and move on.
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| My grandma keeps going on about the New Year
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| She says «you can’t miss what you forget.»
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| I’ll spend the night slamming doors,
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| Smoking outside my grandparents house.
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| I thought Christmas was the time for us to feel loved.
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| I feel like no one understands me anymore.
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| Nothing is how it was last year.
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| But it’s cold and lonely, just like before.
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| It’s time to start over and move on.
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| My grandma keeps going on about the New Year.
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| She says «you can’t miss what you forget.»
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| I’ll sit and wonder who she loves instead of me.
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| If she told me who it was,
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| I’m afraid it would rip my heart out
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| For my family to see.
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| At least they’d know I had a heart. |