I count down the days To a Christmas alone, When i thought I’d be with you. How many windows did you open And take a piece of my soul? Do you even see the days anymore, Or is each one a painful eternity That you give sweetly to me? Will you ever wake And see my ghost in your cold breath? Or do you no longer sigh my name In your selfish sleep? Did you feel my winter When you reached out for me? Then draw back your hand And recoil Because I used to be your summer? Merry Christmas.