I am nothing less than blessed.
Last Christmas I gave you my heart
and the very next day, you gave it away.
This year, to save me from tears
I’ll give it to someone special.
It’s getting there. I’m getting there.
I’m getting there.
Struggles only last so long.
It’s officially December. I’m ready, bring it on.
Tired. I’m just a bit tired.
and yet, i’m still running away.