Look, its not my fault.
I want to cry,
She woud give me jobs,
But no chance to try.
Christmas is always
The death of me.
To make maters worse,
They never let me be.
Today I met a guy,
Who fell in love
With me, but I dont
Care I wanna die above.
People keep saying
If I were to die
That they would only
Be able to cry.
They say I am pretty,
Some think I am sweet,
Others say I'm the devil
Cause they cant take the heat.
Whatever choice is yours
Get me out of here.
Dont tell me its death
That I should really fear.
Let Christmas come and go,
Tell me its love or hate.
But you cant make me stop,
For that its far too late.
I'll drown in these painful
Tears and poison my soul.
Cause I am done with
Sitting for life to take a toll.
Thank you Christmas,
For finally taking it away.
I really dont think
That I could last another day.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
Look, its not my fault.
I want to cry,
She woud give me jobs,
But no chance to try.
Christmas is always
The death of me.
To make maters worse,
They never let me be.
Today I met a guy,
Who fell in love
With me, but I dont
Care I wanna die above.
People keep saying
If I were to die
That they would only
Be able to cry.
They say I am pretty,
Some think I am sweet,
Others say I'm the devil
Cause they cant take the heat.
Whatever choice is yours
Get me out of here.
Dont tell me its death
That I should really fear.
Let Christmas come and go,
Tell me its love or hate.
But you cant make me stop,
For that its far too late.
I'll drown in these painful
Tears and poison my soul.
Cause I am done with
Sitting for life to take a toll.
Thank you Christmas,
For finally taking it away.
I really dont think
That I could last another day.
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