Critical

 
The winter is haunting soon.
I embrace the darkness beneath the moon.
I am all done wishing for the sunshine to stay.


All I want for Christmas is,
A place I can just give the whole thing a miss.
To me it’s just another day of misery.


When snow is falling all around, moods can swiftly change,
But mine will always remain down;
For I am helpless in my own self-pity and I will always feel this way.


Dark thoughts are all I keep inside my head;
The nightfall is no longer a friend I know.
Love is my enemy, because love is dead;
All the questions I ask receive a negative reply…no.


Can I be loved?  Can I learn to trust?
Will I ever live a long and happy marriage or will I never become us?
There are many questions that will never be answered;
Of that I am sure.
Circumstance took my only chance at redemption,
From a life I must endure.


I can tell no lie, nor can I swear a pact;
But at least I can criticize my life of lies,
Because I know exactly what I feel about that.


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