The holiday of presents
And a materialists joy
But I am all wrong
This is all a ploy

I wrote to you last year
In hopes of a change
And now it has happened
But what have I gained?

I feel like Im burning
My hopes are all gone
This holiday season
I have to plough on

Why do you want me to feel trapped?
I am not a box
I want some fucking compassion
I am only a clocks

Do you care at all?
Are you even here?
I hate this whole thing
Stop tring to come near

You're not making it better
What a horrible time
I wanted a mom
Not who I have to call mine

Christmas is a day
That's all it is
Not anything important
Or a big biz*

I want to get away
Bleed into the snow
But what is wrong is
What I am forced to know

I could scream and shout
Or I could just cry
But how do I know
When can I end my lie?

Tear down the shit
Make it disappear
Because this isn't helping
What you call "christmas cheer"

So lets just end this
It never had to begin
But now that it has
No one will ever win

* buisness shortened. Used to explain the importance of the event current.