Last Christmas, I repeated my missing
Missing an old memory, once again
My pillow didn't hide Santa's gifts anymore
I had grown, I had begun to rust
Now my pillow longed to hide a woman's touch
My gifts weren't innocent anymore
I felt being forgotten, I felt getting rotten
I felt adults don't deserve fairy tales
I wished Santa placed his hat on something magical
For the one last time, gifting me those older days
Once again, with a surprise
That's when I bumped into you,
In the middle of a road, all of a sudden
You said, sorry, happy Christmas
I saw Santa's hat on your head.
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