January

Random doodles on my notebook People passing notes in the classroom Moments coming back from our childhood Flashbacks of this cold winter afternoon The teacher was explaining the lesson But i didn't pay any attention My hands were freezing cold So many things I wasn't told Those little projects Leading to conflicts You always were so damn problematic Snowing outside hats on our heads Lately been hard to get out of bed And white doves sitting on a cherry tree And white gloves in the end of January Memories sitting on my desk So many questions I didn't ask A new chapter was added to the story In the end of the month of January I would go out for long walks Would always remember our morning talks The things that were in the box Aren't there anymore Of course you left me a note Oh how I cried to what you wrote Your heart is made out of stone And oh I, should've known Those little projects Leading to conflicts You always were so damn problematic Snowing outside hats on our heads Lately been hard to get out of bed And white doves sitting on a cherry tree And white gloves in the end of January Memories sitting on my desk So many questions I didn't ask A new chapter was added to the story In the end of the month of January And those bright lights On cold nights Still remember our fights At midnight Or sunrise And would always end up in teary eyes And every time You were out of line I would lie and say I was fine Cause I called you mine And that was a crime Snowing outside hats on our heads Lately been hard to get out of bed And white doves sitting on a cherry tree And white gloves in the end of January Memories sitting on my desk So many questions I didn't ask A new chapter was added to the story In the end of the month of January In the end of the month of January