Left it there to die...

'Cause the last time you saw me
Is still burned in the back of your mind
You gave me roses and I left them there to die
So this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night
And I'd go back to December all the time
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing that I'd realized what I had when you were mine
I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright and
I go back to December all the time

For Christmas I got my "Speak Now" CD and I listened through the songs and I really can relate to "Back to December"

So I made a back story with this picture: A girl dates a boy for a while but she soon realizes that they aren't meant to be. They go out and have a fire and when he's done building the fire he gives her a rose and tells her how much he loves her. She wants to tell him the truth, but the fire starts to go down and he runs to get more firewood. The girl starts pulling out a few petals and tears fill her eyes, she puts the rose down and runs away. He comes back to see this (picture) and foot prints going away.

artwork © michiko50 (made this from scratch so don't steal!)