And I go back to December all the time. Turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you, wishing that I realized what I had when you were mine... I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right. I go back to December all the time. (h)
Everything’s so blurry and everyone’s so fake.. And everybody’s so empty and everything is so messed up... Pre-occupied without you, I cannot live at all (music)