The last day of a white Christmas

A week in my life without you
It is doubtful you will be missed
So many shades of snow
But they all melt like our last kiss

Faded in memory of mind
Faded like these old jeans of mine
I decided to stop trying to find
Life in a glass or at the end of a line

We can run from our problems
To end up back in the same places
This should only happen to them
But sometimes we lose our own graces

This mirror makes me look ugly
With all things being equal
That is not really the true me
My mirror will now be other people

It is within you I will see myself
So sick my love of being all alone
Without you I am nothing else
Wait no more I am finally home