| When I think of all the friends I’ve had
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| You’re the one that sticks in my head
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| But you weren’t good
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| Yeah you were bad
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| And I’m just trying not to get sad
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| And holidays are coming
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| Yes chestnuts, they are roasting
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| And fires that are burning
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| And the hearts that are yearning
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| And this year’s been a rough one
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| Must admit it’s been a tough one
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| So now I’ve kept it together
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| I’m at the end of my tether
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| Ooooooooooooh
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| And I don’t know how
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| But I must stay strong
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| I’ll believe in this
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| I don’t have to belong to anyone
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| To anyone
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| I want happiness
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| There is snow, mistletoe
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| Candlelights, silent nights
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| Sleigh bells and spells
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| Nutmeg
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| Stocking at the end of my bed
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| Santa, won’t you bring me happiness?
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| So I’m still lost
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| And not quite found
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| Am I doomed for a life
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| Dominated by doubt?
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| I’m trying to find
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| The good in this
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| So I’m writing a word
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| I’m grateful for this
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| And holidays, they are coming
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| Yes chestnuts, they are roasting
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| And fires that are burning
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| And the hearts that are yearning
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| And this year’s been a rough one
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| Must admit, it’s been a tough one
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| Somehow I’ve kept it together
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| But I’m at the end of my tether
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| Ooooooooooooooh
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| Have I lost?
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| Now I’m done
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| I was once what has passed
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| I’d had changed what I’d feel
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| Searching for what was real
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| And it’s hard on my own
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| But I know I have grown
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| It’s a lesson in one’s head
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| Having faith in one’s soul |