It's Christmas time again this year.
That time this year I dread and fear.
I symbolizes for me such pain.
As the year ends again, alone and hopeless I still remain.
My spirits are no longer lifted
By the pretty lights and gifts gifted.
Where is my heart in Christmas?
Is it all lost in all this fuss?
Have I lost my spirit in love and loss?
The tender memories in my head I toss...
I search for a reason I can't find joy.
Is it all for loss of that thrice damned boy?
Yes I love him, I know it's true.
I love him so truly as I've loved so few.
But his heart is closed to me, this much I know.
He's spending this Christmas with "her", much to my sorrow.
He'll never love me as I need him to.
He'll never see the love I hold for him, true.
I can't keep hoping, dreaming and wishing,
That he'll throw her back, and resume fishing.
I must find love elsewhere, but where shall I look?
Will my heart now be closed, as an old battered book?
Please, my love...dazzle me.
Come show me your heart and set me free.
So the joy of Christmas and life I can see.