Minor Project - Christmas

So many answers
So little time to recall all your thoughts with your unconcerned brain
With no tears give me a broken goodbye
And if that hurts you dear, that hurts me twice
And if that makes you blue, that paints me black

But the thought of him, It can make you feel pure
And the touch of him, I don't really know

But now It's Christmas and I'm on the phone, the typical calling I use to wait for
And now it gets harder and harder to say It's not our fate
But life in this time of year seem so exhausting
depressively boring, incredibly wrong
I wish I could share my thoughts that's so annoying