Broken hearts, Broken families,
Spare a thought because someone’s lonely.
Amongst the joy, can you hear the tears,
Christmas heightens all our fears.
It’s ok, if you’re feeling lost,
You don’t have to hide your feelings and put them in a box,
Put them in a box, tie it with a bow,
If you say Seasons greetings, nobody will know.
This is the kind of song, that no one wants to hear,
Because after all, this is the happiest time of year.
Oh no its Christmas again…
When will 2020 end?
The whole wide world is thinking of survival,
We’re not so obsessed with Santa’s arrival.
Oh no it’s christmas again
Longing to see family and friends,
Trying to find a little normality,
You’ll find me under the christmas tree, waiting for January.
Empty hearts, empty stockings,
A year of insanity, this ones been pretty shocking.
A special christmas wish, can you make this disappear?
So we can all get very merry and wait up for the reindeer.
If you feel short changed and you’ve found the real cost,
Gift wrap your emotions and put them in a box,
Put them in a box, tie it with a bow
if you say seasons greetings, maybe somebody will know.
This is the kind of song, that no one wants to hear,
Because after all, this is the happiest time of year.
Oh no its Christmas again… When will 2020 end?
The whole wide world is thinking of survival,
We’re not so obsessed with santa’s arrival.
Oh no it’s christmas again
Longing to see family and friends,
Trying to find a little normality,
You’ll find me under the christmas tree, waiting for January.
Under the christmas tree
Lonely as can be
Waiting for a lifeline
more formally known as January
Can’t wait to get obsessed and drown in resolutions
if avoidance is the question that answers the solution.
Under the christmas tree
a big bow wrapped around me
Baubles in my face and pine needles stabbing me,
A fairy thats giving me the evil eye,
A puddle of spilt milk and a stale mince pie.
Oh no its Christmas again…
When will 2020 end?
The whole wide world is thinking of survival,
We’re not so obsessed with santa’s arrival.
Oh no it’s christmas again
Longing to see family and friends,
Trying to find a little normality,
You’ll find me under the christmas tree, waiting for January.
– Brocarde