I miss you my love, I once cared,
the happy times that we always shared...

on the beach holding hands,
while listening to those sweet bands.

I miss you my love,
your strong arms around me.

Those arms detached
for what you didn't do to me.

I wish my love, I will get a Chirtmas present
your head in a box, oh, smiling so innocent....

But it is all a fantasy that cannot be true..
fantasy that I cling on when thinking of you...

fantasies never come true, the pain never seases,
since you are chopped in my fridge, cut into tiny pieces.