December
I still feel the cold
Of long past days
I knew my worth
Put in my place
It's no surprise
I realize
Some time before
December
Sun shines through haze
I put my thoughts
Toward future days
It's no surprise
I close my eyes
And close the door
Feeling so old
Years pass like days
Fastly changing
So many ways
My eyes perceive
Yes I believe
In nothing more
Autor(es): Static-X
