October’s leaves brought you into my life,
you came one spark at a time.
November’s troubles were too much to handle,
but you kept them all in line,
and even with the death of December,
you continue to stand by my side.
mother says you’re bad for me,
she says that you’re no good.
She says that you’re simply using me,
‘cause it feels like I’m using you…
I want to take you in,
and keep you in,
keep you as long as I can,
until I feel you creeping back up,
I can’t feel a thing.
in the mirror I see you,
I see you through my own eyes,
see what I’ve become,
and what I could’ve been,
but you’re so hard to leave behind,
it’s so hard to say goodbye…