A cold, cold Christmas

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I can only say it's Christmas by the cold in your eyes
You made from our cosy home a palace of ice
I know Santa is not real so you feed me other lies
That last through the night and shatter at sunrise

I wanna warm your hands but they're out of reach
And you leave me behind to walk alone in the snow
You make up excuses, always prepared with a speech
I want to belive them.  If they're true I don't know. 

We can sit by the fire and it will shed some light
On what's between us. It's still a flame ?
But as we go trough yet another ugly fight
I hope for at least a spark but you don't hope for the same

You have lots of snowflakes trapped in your hair
And I am the one that is melting in your hand
For me you don't have at least a gift to spare
While to you my all seems not enough to spend

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