January Song
I never want to know
when the last time will be
for love or a lighted Christmas tree.
Take down the tree when I'm not home,
and if your heart should want to roam
just walk away. Don't say Goodbye.
Let me pretend you went to die.
When Christmas comes again
next year, I'm never sure
who will be here.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
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