Santa can give me anything
he can even make it snow...

I feel the sweat on my face
with the parchment in my hand...

Your my lollipop
your sugary sweet...

Searching for the days
searching the way outta this maze...

In life i know
some things don't go as planned...

My eyes burned
i looked at her bed...

You’re always on my mind
When you’re not supposed to be...

Make a huddle you and me
lay together only inches apart...

I have a treasure chest
though i wish i could...

~ THIS IS MORE OF A WRITING - IT DOESNT RHYME OR...
born a girl...

~ THIS IS MORE OF A WRITING - IT DOESNT RHYME OR...
there's a little boy born...

Everyone has a weakness, at least one
a fear that lies in your heart...