It's midnight
The day before the day
Everything is up in smoke
With no time for church to pray
All wait for that call
I'll be waiting all day I fear
All I want from that day
Is to hold all loves near
As people hustle around me
Smiling to and fro
I want to smack their grins away
I want laughter and cheer to go
Do I need to feel this way
Or am I spiting all for sake
It's just this year not those before
This year too much to take
So sleep with my sour friend I will
Miss all throughout the day
I'll coma myself with drugs of which
Will make my head spin and play
Yet I know I can't or won't to take
As a call I might get on hope
A waiting game I see upon
On jagged tears I'll cope
So merry Christmas all I know
Enjoy your festive grace
And this will be the last I swear
You'll look upon this crying face
The liquor is set and poured to take
And smiles painted hard
So in festive cheer I wish to you all
That from no bars you'll be barred
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