Oh, how sweet tea heals my soul.
What say I mix it up?
From a glass to a bowl.

With freshly squeezed lemon,
and ice that's so cold,
it freezes my hand.
This drink that I hold.

The days are so hot,
I cry and I plea,
"I just need my drink,
My darling, Sweet Tea!"

I'm hanging on by a thread
because of words that you said

You say you didn't mean it
Don't want to see me cry

There's pain inside my voice
whenever I ask you why?

I knew that you had loved me
when you saw me at first glance

So why did you do these things to me
when I gave you a second chance

You were The Magician
Of course I was The Rabbit
You locked me in a cage
Said, "No one else can have it"

You love to trick the crowd
Showing off your every Illusion
But The Rabbit sees through your lies
Abracadabra: There's no confusion

I'm hanging on by a thread
Because of words that you said

You say you didn't mean it
Don't want to see me cry
There's pain inside my voice
Whenever I ask you why

I knew that you loved me
When you saw me at first glance
So why did you do these things to me
When I gave you a second chance

Is it just me,
or does anyone else
get constant visits
of the ghost of Christmas Past...