December falls, I don't think I'm okay, not today. 
When dad came home, he told me go upstairs, I close my eyes. 
A tear falls down, as I drop onto my bed, not again. 
My anger hits, as I hear mom cry again. 
Things are confusing I don't know what I should turn to. 
Should I run away?
Dad has gone crazy,
the last time I think I might, put him in his place. 
I think I just might run away. 
December falls, and I forgot it's meaning, to look to Christ. 
I'll help you dad, I'll show you there's a meaning. 
I think I should look to my heart.