Everyday you scream at me.
Everyday you yell at me.
Everyday you talk about
The things that I do wrong.
Everyday you gripe at me.
Everyday you bitch at me.
Everyday you forget about
What's leading us along.
Only on Sundays do you remember,
Or when it's late in december,
Or whenever it's the fourth month of the year,
Or when your heart aches and you let out a tear,
But only then is when you remember,
The day He died on my december.
Everyday you seem to complain.
Everyday seems like cold rain.
Everyday it seems like I
can never do anything right.
Everyday we always fight.
Everyday and every night.
Everyday I'm not good enough,
So maybe I'll end my life tonight.
Just maybe then, you will remember,
Or when it's late in december,
Or whenever it's the fourth month of the year,
Or when you heart aches and you let out a tear,
Just maybe then, you will remember,
The day He died on my december.
Everyday is nothing new.
Everyday you'll complain again too.
Everyday you'll just compair
Me to my family or yourself.
Everyday you try to make me.
Everyday you try to shape me.
Everyday you try to make
Me act like you and not myself.
But you never seem to remember,
Until it's late in december,
Or whenever it's the fourth month of the year,
Or when your heart aches and you let out a tear,
But until then you won't remember,
The day He died on my december.
Everyday you use His name.
But everyday it's used in vain.
Everyday you think that you
Are doing something good.
Everyday you criticize.
Everyday you hipocricize.
Everyday you thiink that you
Are doing what you should.
But you don't seem to remember,
Until it's late in december,
Or whenever it's the fourth month of the year,
Or when your heart aches and you let out a tear,
But until then, you don't remember,
The day He died on my december.
Everyday, yes everyday,
Everyday there's something to say.
Everyday you always talk
But never about the positive.
Everyday I'm "ungrateful".
Everyday I'm "the devil".
Everyday I just don't see
Any reason, with you, to live.
You just don't seem to remember,
Until it's late in december,
Or whenever it's the fourth month of the year,
Or when your heart aches and you let out a tear,
But until then you don't seem to remember,
The day He died on my december.
Everyday I cut my wrist.
Everyday I take a risk.
Every, the risk I take
Is living in a house with you.
Everyday is a mistake.
Everyday, the moves I make;
Everyday, I'm wrong, your right,
No matter what I say or do.
Times like then you don't remember,
Unless it's late in december,
Or whenever it's the fourth month of the year,
Or when your heart aches and you let out a tear,
But sometimes then you don't remember
The day He died on my december.
Everyday is a new day.
Everyday you can't have your way.
Everyday is one less to live,
But one more for eternity.
Everyday is a new day for me,
But everyday is no guarntee.
Everyday I was blinded by darkness,
But now, through new eyes, I can see
Sometimes we all don't remember,
Unless it's late in december,
Or whenever it's the fourth month of the year,
Or when your heart aches and we let out a tear.
Sometimes, we all just don't remember
The day Christ died on my december.
But now, I live life through new eyes,
That see into others, through the lies,
Into the truth, which sets us free.
Now, with those eyes, I can see...
By Erik Bützin
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