Back To December
So this is me swallowing my pride standing in front of you saying, "I'm sorry for that night", and I go back to December all the time. It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you. Wishing that I realized what I had when you were mine. I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right.
an entry for annlie's Holiday Hockey Contest
an entry for annlie's Holiday Hockey Contest
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