Here it is the night before Christmas and here on my bed I'm crying. On the other side of town you sit by your computer sighing. Forty-eight hours without a simple word,not a laugh nor whisper was heard. I hear the radio play a lovely tune and I know the tears will stop soon. You call me tonight but talk only for a little while but I'll sit here and cry but force a smile. You didn't care about the words I said, so on Christmas eve I'm crying on my bed. Lord please dry these tears from my eyes, untangle me from these lies. Give me faith to make it through, what should I do? He is everything to me, so why can't he see how much he is hurting me. Not a kind word did he say on this Christmas eve day. He passes me over without a care, giving love to someone who won't give back just isn't fair. Tears keep rolling down my face to meet my already soaked pillow. Leaving when I need the most this is pretty low. My last tear falls down my cheek a few soft words i do speak. On this Christmas eve you chose to deceive,and on this Christmas eve I choose to leave.
