Songs I Write | III

Blissfully Blind

You're a child on Christmas
You're a boy whose eyes light up by gifts
You know you're so happy when you're given presents
You're a child when it comes to Christmas

I'm so sad
I keep making myself mad at you
To take it out
And I know it's wrong
I know it's bad
I know that deep down in my bitter soul
Of complete trash
I know it's so wrong
'Cause you're so happy today

You're such a strong man, I believe
The way you break down so easily and not say none
I know you're so honest and so sweet how you love me
You're such a strong man, and blissfully blind how you can't see

I'm so sad
I keep making myself mad at you
To take it out
And I know it's wrong
I know it's bad
I know that deep down in my bitter soul
Of complete trash
I know it's so wrong
'Cause you're so happy today

Babe, I wish that you could read between the lines that I speak
And I cry, and I scream all day
But you don't hear, and that's fine
But I wish, oh, I wish you would, see
'Cause I've had enough of pretending like I'm happy 'cause you're happy and it's such a rare occasion when you're happy, and I should be glad but I'm so sad and I'm so sorry

I'm so sad
I keep making myself mad at you
To take it out
And I know it's wrong
I know it's bad
I know that deep down in my bitter soul
Of complete trash
I know it's so wrong
'Cause you're so happy today

You're so happy today
And it's a beautiful moment, babe
'Cause you're so happy today
But of course I have to ruin it all anyway
'Cause I'm not happy today
I'm sorry, baby
What's wrong with me?
You're so happy today
'Cause you're so happy today
You're so happy today