I'm not sure what this is, this.
This is not what I thought.
I thought perhaps I knew, or I'd know;
But I'm not sure what this is.
It makes me feel a little sad,
A little crazy, a little pain,
A little angry, like I need to get away,
A little lonely, like I don't.
I feel like it's Christmas,
Dark and cold.
Or like the party's here,
But I can't hear.
If I knew what this is, this,
I could fix it, if fixing's needed.
Or I could like this,
If l like.
But unfortunately,
I'm not sure what this is.
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