The time for giving, for friends and being stress-free.
A time to put your feelings on display,
So why to me it feels like any normal day?
From Thanksgiving onward, there’s an eerie joy
An unnatural euphoria that seeks to annoy.
Why choose one day out of the year to give thanks?
Take a walk down your memory banks
And remember a time when somebody needed you,
Did you try and help them even though you didn’t want to?
Ask them what they have to be thankful for
You slept in a warm bed while they lay on the cold floor.
I’m not saying I’ve done different, but at least I don’t mask it
People try to be somebody else and emit
A certain sense that they’ve felt the same pain and grieved
So they’ve concealed the snake by Christmas Eve.
For 364 days you were selfish
And now, all of a sudden, you want to grant someone’s wish?
You want to pretend to be someone who gives a shit
Keep your “Christmas spirit”, I’d rather slit my wrists.
No, I’m not suicidal or mentally sick,
I just prefer to avoid ignorant bullshit.
Around New Year's, people make a resolution.
But break it before it's even begun.
These things are pointless to me
Trying to be what you weren’t meant to be.
Why wait until now to try and change your life?
It won't erase the past no matter how much you rewrite.
Don’t wait until the holidays to right your wrongs,
Be who you are all year long.
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