Stuck In December
Snow falls carrying the promise of my last name
Lost to time are the sentences of grace upon another
Left behind to aggravation and disloyalty
Hatred and blindness took me instead
I became what I feared and you became lost to me
To me it was a game to you it was final
To me I had time to you it was time
Alcoholism brought us to the end of the line
While it always stayed by my side to the end of mine
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Stuck In December
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