Its the middle of December
The days are growing colder now
The night is wasting on and on
With nothing left to dream about
This bed feels like a coffin
In a vacant empty tomb
I close my eyes and hear her voice
Echo through the room
I pull out our old pictures
And Let the storm begin
The first streak stains
My ghostly cheek
And the pain rises within
A song plays in the background
Her essence fills the air
A knot forms in my battered throat
My eyes a glassy stare
Windows to an empty soul
Filled with only suffering
From frozen lips depart
The saddest words I'll ever sing
The darkness creeps up all around
Crawling beneath my skin
Her face forms in the shadows
Then fades into the wind
Fate has left me destined
To forever be alone
With no one there to save me
From this hell I call my own..
The days are growing colder now
The night is wasting on and on
With nothing left to dream about
This bed feels like a coffin
In a vacant empty tomb
I close my eyes and hear her voice
Echo through the room
I pull out our old pictures
And Let the storm begin
The first streak stains
My ghostly cheek
And the pain rises within
A song plays in the background
Her essence fills the air
A knot forms in my battered throat
My eyes a glassy stare
Windows to an empty soul
Filled with only suffering
From frozen lips depart
The saddest words I'll ever sing
The darkness creeps up all around
Crawling beneath my skin
Her face forms in the shadows
Then fades into the wind
Fate has left me destined
To forever be alone
With no one there to save me
From this hell I call my own..