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.