I'm sick of filtering my words devoid of meaning.
Will you take me as I am?
My throat is not yours to dam up.

No I don't make songs for you.
No I don't make songs for you to go and tear apart.

I'm sick of wasting my time, maybe winter is coming.

December is coming now and I can feel the weather changing.
I can feel my temper raging.

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December song meanings
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