‘Tis The Season

This cold season

Is the coldest inside

I will never love the lights again

Sickened by the jolly sky

'Tis the season right?

so feel sorry

For all the wrong you've done

Just buy everyone some cheap apologizes

I can't believe the cold storm

That warms everyone's soul

Hurts me more and more

The frosty flakes of people

Who come out once a year

No need for a white Christmas

When mine is red from blood

The blood that sugar doesn't sweeten

And the gifts don't thicken

Just slap some colored paper on it

Or a pretty bow

Cause the really wound is to deep to heal

Or more like to to deep to deal

'''Tis the season right?

To push everything away and stick on a smile

Sounds jolly and holly to me

I guess that's from the good old fashion Christmas tree

Twinkling and sparking

Away all my fears

When really it is just making my gut hurt

I wish I hadn't ruined such a holiday

So jolly and merry

Gone forever

Whatever…