miércoles, 13 de abril de 2011

So this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you
saying I'm sorry for that night,
And I go back to December all the time.
Turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you,
Wishing that I realized what I had when you were mine.
I go back to December, turn around and make it all right.
I go back to December all the time.