Every day in December, I'm forced to remember
Just who I am
All these thoughts are deceiving, there's no love receiving
This broken man
I don't know where to go
The long and winding road
All seems normal to me
Not the way I want to be
To hear the voices crying, reality denying
Tearing apart
The once warm soul is now freezing, all the hope is leaving
My broken heart
Need to go, need to run
It's better to be numb
Than to feel at all
Turn your back when I fall
This is all just a dream
Nothing is guaranteed
In this life of dust and dirt
Sooner or later, you will learn
Hope has now decayed
Dreams have died the same
Rotten to the core
You are you no more
Felt this way before
Hear my voice no more