A white Christmas, but I’m feeling blue,

Feelings locked up, I don’t want to show you.

Matching PJ pics, loneliness set in

What comes with that is depression.

I wish I could have that lifestyle

Be with family and all smiles

But I come from a broken family

That talks about you brutally.

I’m tired of spending Christmas alone

Crying, listening to music on my headphones

Wishing that I was good enough

Having a broken family is rough

That’s why I hate the holidays

I’m jealous, and not in a bad way

I just hate that I don’t have anyone

To spend time with and have fun.