This is the last December I’ll cry about you, my tears are turning to ice and I am becoming a stone. Immuned to the abuse and to the hell you put me through. For far to long, I’ve heard and I’ve felt the coldness of you. Like the winter’s wind you ripped me apart, but all that made me the person I am today. Here I stand stronger than I ever thought i would be and when next December comes around you will be just a distant memory, cause this is the last December I’ll cry about you.