In this month of December,
all this time I remember.
Those have come,
and those have gone.
Shattered hearts that have mended,
were torn pages of our lives.
I remember smiles of joy,
and tears of sorrow.
Broken promises and lonely nights.
Spoken words and stupid fights.
The smell of cigarettes and
whiskey fill the air.
Starry nights above the sky
twinkle beyond the masses.
A boy cries silently,
inside his chest he hates all that life has given.
Come back again, climb into this box of desperation.
Smile they're gone,
these memories.
They end as quickly as they begin.
Yet I can still remember,
in this month of December.