Pragati

Broken homes, cold lands Distant looks, empty hands See, then unsee Give and take back Never thought you'd be good at that Never thought you'd be good at that Darken the room, after shining the lights Kiss me to death, after you make me come alive Try, then lie Give and take back Never thought you'd be good at that Never thought you'd be good at that ------ But leaves turn yellow leaving behind their color The air becomes cold, forgetting every trace of summer What do you do with the memories you remember? You bury them deep, under the snow of December. Blood runs warm, in the cold, raging weather Tears flow, walls grow beneath all the outer covers What do you do if you don't want to turn back ever You leave your miseries behind, in the snow of December ------ Tell me your story, then twist the tale Start the chapter, then tear the page be, then change Give and take back Never thought you'd be good at that Never thought you'd be good at that Build the ladder, to break the steps Show me your world, to leave me at your doorstep begin, then burn Give and take back Never thought you'd be good at that Never thought you'd be good at that ----- But leaves turn yellow leaving behind their color The air becomes cold, forgetting every trace of summer What do you do with the memories you remember? You bury them deep, under the snow of December. Blood runs warm, in the cold, raging weather Tears flow, walls grow beneath all the outer covers What do you do if you don't want to turn back ever You leave your miseries behind, in the snow of December ----- Memories make, Memories break All day, all night Your thoughts have kept me awake I have been going back Looking for my mistake Was it loving you when you loved me? Was it being with you when you were with me? It's hard to take in, You'll never be there ever You are poison, I am withering with each letter I'll end this pain, I'll end it this December Love, then let go Learn and live on Never thought I'd be good at that Never thought I'd be good at that ----- 'Caz leaves turn yellow leaving behind their color The air becomes cold, forgetting every trace of summer But what do you do with the memories you remember? You bury them deep, under the snow of December. Blood runs warm, in the cold, raging weather Tears flow, walls grow beneath all the outer covers What do you do if you don't want to turn back ever You leave your miseries behind, in the snow of December You walk a different direction, towards the next summer