During the time the cold wind starts blowing,
I couldn't help my tears to stop from falling.
It's not the happy memories that I remember.
Only those that let my heart cry in December.
I couldn't accept that you just left me alone
and I found myself staring at the telephone.
Hoping that you would call me just once
and maybe you'll give me a second chance.
I guess I'm in a deep state of depression
and it's easy to tell with my expression.
Why do I have to suffer this way?
How could you let my fragile heart pay?
My tears are like the falling rain
of pains and aches that are heavy to gain.
I just couldn't let myself suffer
from a battle wherein you're tougher.
So, every time I pick of a memory from December,
I only choose now what are happy to remember.
Because I'll never forget that still, I have friends
who will accompany me till the battle ends.
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