I lay in bed trying not to imagine the minds of the others look like Christmas, because I know I can not participate this year, but lost share to the bottom of the heart can not stop bothering me a break.
I lay in my hospital bed trying not to imagine what Christmas should be like, because I knew I couldn't be involved this year, but the heart that had lost to the bottom kept interrupting my rest.
I lie in my hospital bed and try not to imagine what Christmas should be like in my mind, because I know I can't participate in this year's event, but that lost heart keeps interrupting my rest.<br>