Sitting alone like every Christmas
The snow falls on the ground
Like my heart in hell
My thought where dark like my soul
Grabbing my legs and hug them close
What can I do know ?I ask
But no reply like hell
Was it to much to want a Normal life?
But there is no normal in this time
The snow cold and hard like my soul that wants a love.
But inside there was nothing but a dark void
I guess living like this is now home?
