December felt like a daydream

Perfectly wrapped like presents under the tree

Words and lines belonging to a movie scene

Drowned the truth in lies, and I couldn’t hear their screams

But seasons change, winters turned to spring

And everybody’s up and moving on, except me

I’ve grown numb knowing not how to deal with grief

I journal and write romanticising a thief

Tell me how does the absence of someone else

Feel like the absence of myself

There’s an unnatural vacancy in my life

Carrying within myself something thats died

Sometimes I feel you but then remember your gone

Oh what a ghostly thing, alive and still haunts

I’m sick and tired of feeling this way

Losing a part of me, I thought would forever stay

Like phantom pain, as present as a ghost

The thing that’s missing is the thing you feel the most

There’s no more fire in your eyes

Like your passion fell into demise

Tell me who distinguished your fire

Who was it that drained your desire

Tell me what bank drew your blood

By who’s hand has this been done

Tried to swim but sunk instead

Got lost in my own head

You asked who drained the color from my eyes

Someone pulled the trigger, the trigger fingers mind

Your apologetic roses will no longer help

Can’t change the cards they’ve already been dealt

I gave you love but pain was all I felt

You felt like heaven but you also feel like hell

I took a lukewarm bath to wash you off my skin

But your painted fingertips left murals within

And I know it should be some unforgivin sin

That is still love you no matter what you did

I walk down the snowy street

I’m constantly wondering

Why can’t i find anything deep enough

To satisfy me

Every touch feels so empty

Are my expectations beyond me

Am I living for a dream that’ll

Never come true

I’ve always lived in the in betweens

Never stood on anything that was sturdy

Tell me will any one I ever love

Not hurt me