Twas the night before Christmas and
all through the house not a creature...
She sits all alone
Huddled up in despair...
I was only planning on having a few
but people just kept giving me more...
Burning a picture of you
Thinkin that you sliping at my very fingers...
The heart felt emotions absorbed the surrounding...
He stepped onto the bus with his bag in one hand...
Everyday she put on a play
always a solo perfumer...
As I look in the mirror
My eyes turn red like fire...
I hide this secret from everyone,
friends and family the people I love...
I feel rain on my skin
And wind in my hair...
Growing up, when I was little
I thought he’d come back for me...
Closing my eyes.
watching as you die...
Look at me it's Christmas Eve,
I still can't let anybody in...