I miss the sound of your voice. The room still has your bed in it. It's almost just like how it was when you were living here. You never put anything up on the walls so I can pretend sometimes.
I keep asking you what you want for Christmas until I remember you're not there anymore.
That's okay though.
I guess I kept thinking this would happen. One day I'd do something so terrible no one would forgive me. And everyone keeps saying it's for my own good, and that's why they're gone. I guess they all know what I need better than I do.
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I keep asking you what you want for Christmas until I remember you're not there anymore.
That's okay though.
I guess I kept thinking this would happen. One day I'd do something so terrible no one would forgive me. And everyone keeps saying it's for my own good, and that's why they're gone. I guess they all know what I need better than I do.