I saw her in my dreams.
I told myself,
Just keep on sleeping and
Believe she will forget to love me.
But our playground swings,
They swing effortlessly as if
Chance and destiny will finally
Tear us apart.
She asked me in the dark winter night
As the painful snow falls in my heart,
"What will you give me for
Christmas when you come home?"
I looked ahead
My hands frozen with the metal chain
As I swing the night hours away.
I told her the truth.
"Well my friend, I give you my sorrows."
I give you my pain.
I want you to have my anger
And all the things I hate...
I want you to have my loneliness,
And the broken dreams of hope.
"Your kind of hope has gotten me nowhere."
But she is endearing ever more,
Telling me to hold on to the past.
To sweep the skeletons in our closet,
Because my high in happiness won't last.
She is right, I won't survive like this anymore.
I told her what Love tells me.
Brave for the first time I look in her eyes,
"I want you to have our memories.
Even the good ones. Because my dearest friend,
this is goodbye."
Her silent tears I don't ever get to see again,
As I begin to walk away.
The sadness follows me to my bed.
I hear her voice for the last time,
"Well my friend, this Christmas to you
I might as well be dead"
