The end of December

It's icy outside,
it's snowing like there's no other time of year,
The steam from the mouth is like smoke from a cigar,
I never thought I'd be so lonely and so much far.
Not even a coat can save me,
it can't keep my soul warm in this time,
so I just walk down the street,
thinking about everything that's going on in my life.
A dark brown sunset at the end of December,
The windows of expensive boutiques covered with blue,
And I keep going with everything I knew.

I need to be hugged tight and told that everything will be ok,
because I say this to many people, but not to myself. I give a chance to everyone but myself,
And waste energy in an empty like a Christmas elf,
Maybe I am the end of December or a chilly February,
But at least I still lonely and messy.

I've always been told that I look like snow in August,
No one is waiting for me, but I still come.
It used to upset me, but now I think about it from a different angle, just like a guest.
I'd rather stay home and drink hot cocoa,
But I can barely stand the atmosphere,
So I just keep going here.
And I'm not exactly sad, but I'm not fun,
I'm not the kind of person who will have fun
And say that it will be fine from now on.
So I just keep going