i hate his reflection

his friends and his sister

and then i hate myself for ruining the winter

whos gonna to tell her

shell pay for that whiskey later

and im sure my melodrama entertains you

when i bleed through his cuts

when im adorned with wounds

is my intoxicated pain graceful enough for you

i blame my undying faith in him

somehow i became the victim again

and the word gets around

i look for him through the crowd

and i know just how foolish i sound

im always losing

someone i never had

i am the ice

breaking from hell

when i ring his cell

im always complaining

blaming the winter crash

its something about this damned season i think

12 months clean

im beginning to understand

the holiday breeze

the Christmas trees

and the lit up streets

its so beautiful now that im free

and i blame my blinded love for him

i curse all their cheers to this damned new year

and the word gets around

i lose him in the crowd

i guess the war is over now

im always losing

someone i never had

i am the guilt

rising from hell

when i ring his bell

im always complaining

blaming the winter crash

its something about this damned season i think