I have waited long enough, so please let me come home. Let me feel that warm embrace and call me to the pyre.

Counting the years through Summers alone,

But I can’t take back those Winter’s of yours

Those icy, blue days, I’m begging to change,

Cause I know I’ll never call you home again.

What am I after? What do I need?

What will help to set me free?

My memories linger, through bottles and rage

And I always wake up feeling the same

Come, someone

Call me to the pyre

Come, someone

Call me to the pyre

I’m not sure anymore

If I want to endure

A life without Decembers

So I’ll leave this world in embers

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