Unwanted Reality

Vasea
I didn't notice you at first
The chance was given- not the last
I saw you walk,I saw you cry
My wish was just to make you mine
We shared the bed,the bread and grief
I'm never going to believe
That you are gone,just passed away
On balmy night,on Christmas day
But time will pass and kill all that
The bed,the bread,the grief we've shared
And I'll be gone,just pass away
On balmy night,on Christmas Day