Læs dagbog

When i look outisde my bedroom window
Everyone is rushing, yet its all going too slow
Once again we aprouch that time of the year
When the cold wind and darkness is getting near

October is over, December coming way to fast
I try my best to be jolly, but i know this will not last
I cant go one more month trying to ignore
One more night crying on my bedroom floor

Im not a fan of December, not even of this month we are in
I dont wanna pretend to be excited when i cant even make a grin
Its cold, its dark, am i the one to be called insane
just because im not a fan of this big pretending christmas game