«out of my hands
please understand
these are the leaves of december
useless and old
weak from the cold
gone like the moments so tender
I’ll be myself
I’ll be myself
please be yourself
please be yourself
darker the days
the smile leaves her face
slowly I’ve ceased to remember
snow turns to rain
don’t turn away
gone with the promise I made her
I’ll be myself
I’ll be myself
please be yourself
and please let me stay