Everyone says things,
About holiday love,
That all good things happen,
From the angels above.
But holiday love,
Is nothing but lies,
You think you are happy,
But all are black skies.
You think your inlove,
Till he breaks your heart,
And thats just the start,
To the holiday joys...
Then you find yourself crying,
On good old Christmas Eve
You wonder why he would leave,
You wonder why he killed your heart.
And all is to blame,
Is the holiday love,
Thnking good things would happen,
From the angels above... |
