No Christmas

Grown desire, sleeping is meaningless to me.
Father's words, were off key.
All you power, is taking my time away.
Blessed be the one, who takes me, who hates me.
I can't fake, happiness.
I still love her.
I can't let it go.
I will always miss her.
In the fall, I'm wearing the jacket bought by you.
Mother's words, are often jaded.
Spend the hour, playing moments.
Picture smiling back, facing the basement.
I can't fake happiness.
I love her.
I can't let it go.
I will miss her.
I can't fake happiness.
I will always love her.
I can't let it go.
I will miss her.
Grown, desire, sleeping is meaningless.