Joy, apparently is in the air
And yet I still feel imprisoned by these walls
Thus, I've learned life isn't fair
I think people like to watch me as I fall
I now feel odd in your surroundings
And regardless of Christmas, you still feel distant
All the while the zealots in my head are perpetually pounding
I must conclude...I'm fed up with your act of resistance
You trick me into thinking I am beautiful, even though I am not
Despite, I enjoy holding you so tight
My past waivers, and to both of us it takes a piece of us and rots
I wish I could just hold you, and make things right
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