Asking the impossible
Wanting it so bad
Oh Santa won't you bring it me
It's making me so sad

Some say that I am lucky
Blessed beyond belief
But I just don't believe them
Give myself so much grief

The mirrors lie
My friends lie
My parents lie
Do I lie?

I buy cute dresses
They don't get worn
They're the pretty ones
The roses to a thorn

You'd think its easy
I just don't see it
Santa, please, for my wish
I just want to be it

A reaching hand
That goes un-noticed
A conversation, left lingering in the air;
Between us...

All that is there,
A faint light within the dark
Wavering, just before being swallowed;
Can't you see me...

I am waiting
Just beyond, the walls
Erected to protect
Against me?