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(Verse 1)
I remember the chill in the air,
When you said goodbye, like you didn’t care.
Your words cut deep, left me bare,
But I stayed silent, pretending I was fine.

You walked away, said you needed space,
That freedom would bring you back to grace.
But in your eyes, I saw a trace
Of something we couldn’t leave behind.

(Pre-Chorus)
I thought I’d be fine,
Thought I’d find my way,
But the nights were long, and the days were gray.
Told myself I’d be alright—
Still haunted by your goodbye.

(Chorus)
Now you’re free, but I’m stuck here,
Wondering what could’ve been, the love we shared.
Was it worth the cost of what we had?
If freedom means losing you, then I’m not glad.
I’m doing fine now, but can’t you see?
Freedom came at the price of me.
And now, I wish I could take back December—
But I can’t love you the way I used to remember.

(Verse 2)
I tried to move on, found peace,
Told myself that I was released.
But every step, I’d cease,
Cause part of me still waits for your call.

I see you out there, looking free,
But do you ever think of me,
When you're chasing dreams we left behind?
I still long for the love we used to find.

(Pre-Chorus)
I thought I’d be fine,
But I’m still holding on,
To the love we had before it was gone.
But now I know, trust’s the only thing that heals,
And that’s the part we lost, and I still feel.

(Bridge)
You wanted space, now you’re free,
But freedom’s never free when it costs you me.
I’d trade it all to go back to the start,
When you and I were never far apart.
But trust died with the roses you left behind,
And now I can’t love you like I did in my mind.

(Chorus)
Now you’re free, but I’m stuck here,
Wondering what could’ve been, the love we shared.
Was it worth the cost of what we had?
If freedom means losing you, then I’m not glad.
I’m doing fine now, but can’t you see?
Freedom came at the price of me.
And now, I wish I could take back December—
But I can’t love you the way I used to remember.

(Outro)
I’m doing fine now, but I’m still holding on,
Maybe someday, you’ll see what we’ve lost all along.
But I’ll keep pretending like I’m moving on,
Even though I’m stuck in the echo of our song.
So here’s me saying goodbye, with a smile I wear—
But it’s killing me inside, like I’m still standing there.
I’ve lost love, and I’m not free...
I wish I could take back December,
But now, it’s just a memory.
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