My last goodbyeI can hear your voice at the end of the line, Pretending we're friends comes so easy to you, While I, on the end, slowly die. You talk about life and friends and trips, You pretend this pink elephant just doesn't exist. You seem just like you were yesterday, Talking about anything, just something else to say. Yet when we hang up, there's no kiss, no sweet words, There's no "angel, I love you", there's no future, no hope. You continue your life, with her by your side, And I'm labeled your friend, your buddy, or your pal. You seem to forget all those quiet autumn nights WheMy last goodbye
YouYou took my life, and my soul, And you've left only bitterness, And this pain that chills my blood And curls my veins. You don't know what it feels like to lose, What it feels like to fall through an eternal abyss, To fall through hell without hope or faith.You
You took my life, and you have me here, Like a rock battered by the ocean, Sitting there caressed by the waves of pain, You have no idea just how important you were (are), You don't know that your absence has been, The most bitter thing I've ever had to taste, That you're here stuck through every layer of
Song to SantaSanta baby, Slip a new heart under the tree, For me,Song to Santa
I've been an awful good girl, Santa baby,
And hurry down the chimney tonight.
Santa cutie, Oh how I wish you could understand, How hard, Living without him has been, Santa darling, And hurry down the chimney tonight.
Santa honey, I really just don't know what to do, I live and breathe for him, And he's gone so far away, Santa sweetie, Just hurry down the chimney tonight.
Santa baby, Remember that I cry every night, And I die, A little each and
Dying without youWading through a crimson river By His wrath forsaken Soulless, heartless, forgotten. A specter of myself, A vision in a mirror, A voiceless ghost of what once was. Awaiting, looking to see you, Hoping for one last glance. I hear your laughter, Only to be vanished once more, Into hopeless desperation. A river of blood born of my tears, Born of my skin and my essence, Made by your hands, by your lies,Dying without you
By your insolence and your disdain. The shipman has taken my coin, He's taken me through the gates, Condemned me to burn in this eternity
| And I listened to his words And I believed… I became his prisoner, Nay, his willing slave. It was all just like a dream Like a maze… I was drowning in his love, Nay, in his scent. I became a mere ghost, A specter... A spectator to my life, Almost absent. I became entwined in him, His smile... But he left me here to cry, He’s gone now. And I listened to his words And crumbled… His severity closed my heart, I’m empty. |
another holiday "treat"
