Searching through this scrap book, for a face
That came to mind tears running down my cheek
Screaming that we have no more, no more
And upon this scrap book found a face that rests in skies,
Tears burning up the world screaming that we have no more

Well she said there's no sense in thinking about it.
And if time is our friend then we should surely stand by it.
So pick up yourself and hold on before we have no more.
But he said I can't help it, the time is a knife
Begging me just to call quits, so farewell my love remember now,
Because we have no more

The betrayal of a friend, our hearts are broken

If we made it this far, hold on to the things of the past
And forget our regrets, or would you just turn back, and hope for the best?
The thought of losing, all the pieces to the puzzle Oh God I'm in trouble,
Another round in the fight of a never ending struggle... but
It's so hard... to hear comic strip laughing up all in my head
And not a day goes by for a dream that you weren't in
It's so hard... to hear comic strip laughing up all in my head
And not a day goes by for a dream that you weren't in

Maybe in ourselves we could find a better way to try and save
All the things we smiled at so it could be o.k
Maybe in ourselves we could find the heart to fight
All the things inside so we don't have to feel this anymore

I guess this is what he was talking about and it all comes out in you
It used to be my favorite and it all broke with you

Your face breaks like holograms in December (December)

December has gone... away
December has gone... away
December has gone... away
December has gone... away