Inky black, like my arms  47 lucky charms  Passing through me  Never ending  A gift, my sweet, I was sending  Never happened, not supposed to  All I wanted  Was to be next to you  Through December, I just waited  You got angry, and I felt cheated  Should have left it  All the distance  Broken hearted  With no resistance  47 lucky charms  On your table and in your arms  We never happened  There's a reason why it ended  Confused and deadened  So that I'll carry  With my years  The sound of you  Ringing in my ears