Merry Christmas, Ho ho ho!

I don’t want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don’t care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby all I want for Christmas is you
Yes, you Owen.
Naked.
In my bed.

I don’t want a lot for Christmas
there is just one thing I need
And I don’t care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree
I don’t need to hang my stocking way above the fireplace
Santa Clause won't make me happy with a toy on Christmas day
And I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Oh baby all I want for Christmas is you, you baby

Hanging by a string.

I stare into nothingness
Thinking life is so fucking meaningless
All there is to this petty game
Is who lasts the longest while keeping sane
It’s just so classic of the human race
To judge you by your outer shell and the beauty of your face
I honestly don’t give a damn about the world
Yet I’m living every breath as the idyllic girl
People say they don’t give heed to what others say
Yet coincidently change the very next day
There are sets of rules on everything you do
What happened to doing it simply since you want to?
Blindly believing we’re in control
When doing things the way it should be is taking toll.
Are we living life by genuine feelings
Or are we but puppets on strings?