* You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye *

So this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you saying
I'm sorry for that night,
And I go back to December all the time.

Turns out freedom ain't nothing
 but missing you,
wishing that I realized what I had when you were mine.
I'd go back to December,
 turn around and make it all right.

I go back to December all the time.