All I know is what I feel
And what I feel is all too real
It's pecking hard
It's cracked the egg
It's come to life
Oh God, I hate December
December
December
God, I hate December
All I know is what I dream
But lately dreams have been such scary things
Of suicide and frozen ice over my pale body
Suffocating December
December
December
God, I hate December
Oh God, I hate
God, I hate December
December
December
God, I hate December