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
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