Darling I hate this feeling you leave me with.
No more kisses goodbye or I love you’s
was I only a game, here to amuse?
Happy holidays Georgia,
I brought you this flower.
You're smile is gorgeous, please don't leave it behind
The scars on my arms remind me of you.
You stopped me from bleeding,
but now my fingers are blue
from the blizzard you left me in,
freezing, and wet from my tears.
I don't want your flowers; they were only a ruse,
to get me to love you
by the time new years rolled around
so you could tear me apart.
And now people will ask me what I got for Christmas
and all I can tell them is
a broken heart.