'is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry?'

did you take me back or did i let you take me back.
not too sure.
this seasonal depression, because i forget the medical term, is overstaying its welcome.
maybe it's because the most i can ever hope for is rain.
white christmas' went out when warmer weather settled in.
we've got umbrellas and puddles while they've got cocoa and snowballs.
none of this feels right.
it's similar to trying on that pair of shoes you've kept for no reason other than they remind you of a different time, a different you.
and that sadness that creeps in when you realize you'll never be able to squeeze into them no matter how much you tell yourself that it doesnt hurt.
all the trees in the world are lit up, if not with lights then with leaves.
and i can't find an ounce of cheer.
promise i wont be mad if you whispered it in my ear.