My skin is wrapping paper
I want to tear off
But I can't let you
See what's inside
So I stay disguised
As an ungly present
Imperfect and bulging
No one will open me
Christmas morning
Because I'm the nightmare
Before, during, and after
However I'm already ripped
And as you get glimpses inside
I don't blame you for running away
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
My skin is wrapping paper
I want to tear off
But I can't let you
See what's inside
So I stay disguised
As an ungly present
Imperfect and bulging
No one will open me
Christmas morning
Because I'm the nightmare
Before, during, and after
However I'm already ripped
And as you get glimpses inside
I don't blame you for running away
I'm the gift you don't bother returning;
I'm either passed around or thrown away.
