Walking on the streets of december
under the trees of lifeless sway
from the cold wind that whispers through my hair
my world is cast in a shade of grey .
when i follow your footsteps.
Home seems so far away

Sometimes i wish you would change,
but wishing isnt enough.
Sometimes i wish you loved me,
but wishing just isnt enough.
Now i know, oh now i know
God made you
to break my heart.
Now i know, oh now i know,
God made you,
just to feel my heart break,
just to see my heart break,
just to hear my heart break,
just to feel my heart break.
 
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