t'is the season for giving
it's the most wonderful time of the year
but we've been taken from yet again
t'is the season of my life i fear
if t'is true we're not given anything we can't handle
then think weakness of me i pray
for i'm tired of this cycle of suffering
i can't keep going on this way
they say i'm an eternal optimist
ah, if they only knew the truth
beneath this jovial mask lies a frown
these woes corrode my youth
oh how i wish that mask were my reality
i tire of carrying this brood
but happiness seems to evade me
as my life story alludes
time is not promised to us
it may not heal all
but in the time i do have
i hope to find this isn't all...
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