what we have, i can’t define
though everything’s in line
with you here, everything’s fine
i don’t know what to do, give me a sign
take the risk, accept or decline
tell me, will you ever be mine?
The more you listen, the clearer it’ll be.
Facing the days of December positively. What’s meant to happen will; what isn’t won’t.
This friendship’s making me realize how killjoy I am most times and how much better it is to just live, say yes, take risks, be happy.
“December is for last chances, final hope, before we start something new.”
I used to like coming home when I can’t deal with life anymore. Now I want to run away from there, too.