Ghosts of Christmast past loom and haunt
Won't you please come and wipe my memory clean?
I don't want these thoughts, I don't feel good about them anymore.
You changed things.
You withdrew, telling me I hurt you, that you didn't trust me.
Throwing blame like you throw confetti.
It still landed on me, clear across the city.
Came to me throuh a cable and a screen, to puncture my safe bubble.
Still affected by the guilt of your blame-blower
with no good reason for it.
I know this is your game, I know you can't handle it
and have to put it back on others.
Not this time, this time is the last time.
You can carry it yourself now. You can feel the pain of responsibility,
the burden of lifting your own weight.
I'm so much stronger now, my muscles have grown bigger, my spirit larger.
I just don't have as much to carry around anymore.
All because of you.

So don't try and hand me back the heaviest piece of you,
because I haven't got any room left in my arms.
It's been taken up with lightness, brightness, fresh and sweet.
It's giving my arms more and more power.
I can lift more than just two now.
I can lift the world too.

So have a good Christmas, and remember me well.
I think it's fine that we'll never talk again.
You've already broken your promise
and there's no taking it back.

I won't say sorry.
There's nothing to be sorry for with this he-said she-said banter.
I stand by all my words
Be a man and stand by yours.
But if you can't, then I
simply can't respect you.
So good luck to you and yours,
I'm thanking my lucky stars,
That I'll never see 'yours' again.

Peace be with you. Now and forever.