The Christmas trees get smaller every year
They measured my coming of age
By the time I could place the angel

In the highest place
And be washed over by her grace

I feel like I get smaller every year
Even though I'm growing up
Cause you keep acting larger than life
And my words don't seem to measure up

You won't be here
You won't be here with me anymore
You won't be here to watch the snow melt with me
And if you died next year
I know I'll regret every word said here
If living like you do is what kills you
Then you can only blame yourself
I know I never tried to fix
I just found better friends

From now on my heart gets bigger every year
Because I found love somewhere far away
From what you need and what you believe
And I know I'm happier here

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