Dead Decembers

Forcing me into a shallow grave
I was never supposed to be saved
The decline was made to test us all
To see how hard that we can fall
This heart in my chest is not my own
It beats for nothing makes my blood run cold
I've said it before but it never gets old
Our souls are on auction waiting to be sold

Bring back the days
When I didn't need
To be saved
Play my heart strings with a razor blade
It might send a pulse through me

Red roses, black embers
Green eyes, dead Decembers
A time to forgive
A time to forget
A time to let go
A forever to regret
Hold me close, let me go
To face the winter on my own
A new damnation has begun
The words have failed they're dead and done

I may have lost the battle but the war remains unsung
The war in my head that I still haven't won
I lost my hope a long time a go
So when I say that it's over the fight has truly begun

Bring back the days
When I didn't need
To be saved
Play my heart strings with a razor blade
It might send a pulse through me

And I can't forgive
And I can't forget
And I can't let go
And I can't regret

Soon the memories will fade
As the green turns to grey
The winter chills flow through me
As another December awaits

Paving the way to the grave

Bring back the days
When I didn't need
To be saved
You
Play my heart strings with a razor blade
Didn't send a pulse through me
A pulse through me