The Christmas tree we built together in the dark
Realizing we have lost our vivid spark
Looking at the clock watching time to go by
Admiring the future memory I will forever satisfy
As if it may be our last, what I’ve been told
Our passion used to be hot, but turned cold
I stopped myself from dying, tears in my eyes
What used to be mine, turned to dust
I let you out, and lock all the doors,
Watch you walk away from what we built
Your eyes just show the guilt you own
I have to give you up, but don’t know how
Broken trust, broken glass, broken heart
Broken bones, broken, broken home
How did we even fall in love in the start?
I am tearing myself open, I’ve spoken.