Acceptance is a lie
No one or object will fully accept you,
for nothing fully trusts
with out lying to themselves first

End of the December,
Little snow in weather.
I'm walking in 7th street,
With my cigarette and your dream.

I wish i can see you here,
Though it's 2am.
But i still have hope for it,
Cause i miss you real hard.

I'm thinking about my mistakes,
And feel what them takes.
They took you from me,
And that's my biggest regret.