• When thinking of Christmas
    You think family famous
    For me I see no hope
    Cause no one comes not even the pope
    But this year will be differant
    I will run to my dear Aunt
    And there I will be with a saint
    A small sweet taint
    Yes and as I turn my back
    she will turn black
    An evil spirit hidden
    I am where I begin
    Sad and lonely
    If only
    If...
    Only
    .... crying