There's only so much sleeping you can do,
when your world has been torn in two,
Christmas day spent alone,
with your love not to hold.
She was stolen away,
in the name sake of play,
and left me no other way.
How can this be?
Didn't she belong to me,
and I to she?
I guess does tell, his ringing her bell,
and she inviting him in to play,
while I stand there and see,
again and again.
So, sometimes you are left with
no choice,
but to pick up those pieces,
while there are still some left,
of your so broken heart,
and make a new start.
no choice…… no choice….
