Last Christmas I remember running around crazy
Somehow this Christmas I feel sort of lazy
I don't feel that same happiness and joy
I don't care about the present and toys
I'm not counting down the days to go
I'm not winding up the Santa toy to here ho ho ho
Putting on my black nail polish and spreading the evil cheer
Christmas just got a new meaning this year
I remember when I was little oh what days
Reading stories of reindeer and giving Santa praise
I wonder who actually made that Santa dude up
They had to be drinking out of a giant cups
To actually think of a giant jolly fatty who rides reindeers
And not to mention we only see him one time a year
So here's to all the children who dreams I'm crushing
At least I'm telling the truth ; your parents are bluffing
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Depression Kills
PoetryDifferent poems I wrote about various topics having to do with pain , and the broken promises of life... I write these when I am in the mood or am going through something.. Take a glimpse.. I am sure you'll find something you can relate to.
