Vārdi: Hogwash. My Dear December.

I remember to forget the time
I may still leave that face unseen
this broken mirror cuts no more through skin
('cause I?ve walked on the fragments 'till they left no sign).
but I still see the Me I've never met

september lets joy be unconfined
this time october rust will shine
november makes me need her like the pain
there will be wrists, there will be frozen blades
to push me into the shade

my bed is always left unmade
no one knows what's hidden inside
demons allowed me no pride
and the refusal to soothe my inflictions failed
I'd wish to extend my hands, the hands my heart won't set free

this is a life that hangs suspended
for yet another day
I'm wasting away with doubts
for yet another week
for yet another month
oh my dear december... fuck you.