Santa's Not Here to Pull Me Through

On this dark and stormy Christmas Eve
Santa's not coming and I won't sleep
for this darkened reality that I know
reflects the pain I refuse to show
And like the rain, my tears fall down
and I wear my sorrow like a deity's crown
And I'll wish for something on Christmas night
that maybe I shall win this fight
the battle against my own desire
and douse this burning, consuming fire
but Santa's not real, I won't pull through
so I guess I'm stuck with loving you