I looked in the mirror and got scared
of what I saw.
Didn't realize I had become
Look at my messy room though
I'm not a very good one.
All I know how to do is
drink mint hot chocolate
and look at no one from beneath
I wait every single year with a child-like hope in my heart
For a knock on my door and your voice saying all I want is you
I think maybe somehow that celluloid prized Christmas magic would really exist
and meander this way
It would snow this year even though it rarely does.
You would come a knockin' at my door and be standing outside with pink cheeks and a somewhat shy smile, despite the fact that you're never shy.
I'd step outside even though I only had on a thin sweater and jeans.
You would take a deep breath and begin a speech. You would say how you've regretted the things you did long ago, you've always regretted it.
You missed m