the world crashes down on our shoulders
tsunamis of sorrow and anger and bitterness
the air in our lungs rushes out with our fearful words
"please stop, go away" we cry
we just can't seem to put effort in to try
and make a difference anymore
don't worry, my friends, it's not you--it's me,
it's those things i won't let all your kind eyes see--
i'll shrug you off, i'll shush you and send you away
because i'm holding on as tight as i can to just one more day
the christmas season isn't all smiles and laughter for some
some of us are just ready to get it over with, get it done
it'd be easier if we were surrounded by those we love
instead of consoling ourselves they're looking down from above
it's going to be a cold winter, even if the weather stays warm
inside my heart there's a thunderous storm
a blizzard of memories and of the dead
there's too many ghosts of the past dancing in my head
so call me scrooge, call me the grinch
i don't mind if you have your christmas
i just would like to be left alone
because maybe if all is quiet, i'll find my way home
