Merry Christmas,
our favorite time of the year.
You know I miss us,
never thought we'd be here.
I went and messed things up,
and now I'm spending it all by myself.
I'm not giving up.
I'll wait for you to come back home,
for Christmas.
This life that we made
doesn't feel all the same
when you're gone.
Beside the tree
right next to me
is where you belong.
Another Christmas,
without a reason for cheer.
Had the gift of your love,
but it all disappeared.
There's only one thing left,
and it's your picture sitting on the shelf.
I'm not giving up.
I'll wait for you to come back home,
for Christmas.
This life that we made
doesn't feel all the same
when you're gone.
Beside the tree
right next to me
is where you belong.
I hang your stocking every year;
it helps me to pretend you're still here, oh.
So I close my eyes and hope you appear.
I'm not giving up.
I'll wait for you to come back home,
for Christmas.
This life that we made
doesn't feel all the same
when you're gone.
Beside the tree
right next to me
is where you belong.

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