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74. Christmas Behalf - [December 2014]

Mummy, I gave you this present on behalf of me.

Daddy, I talk to you like this because you don’t see me.

Look at this, a ring on my wrist, feels more like something else…

Behind this, behind this, I hide all the pain, all I gain, again and again.

I lose myself, I lose myself, within this Christmas game.

Nothing makes sense to me, I ask myself this, because I am free.

Chains hold me back, arms hold me in, and I want to breathe the air…

The air that I was promised, the air I want to breathe again!

 

Every year is the same, again and again…

I’m given a train, a passport with my name.

Look what is this shit? Are you tired of me?

Are you warning me away, are you locking me inside?

What is up with you? Daddy! I thought I knew you!

I guess I didn’t… Mummy? Please tell Daddy to go!

I’ve been shown so much, so much stuff from you.

You lost your only daughter when I was aged 2.

 

Mummy, I gave you this present on behalf of me.

Daddy, I talk to you like this because you don’t see me.

Look at this, a ring on my wrist, feels more like something else…

Behind this. Behind this, I hide all the pain, all I gain, again and again.

I lose myself, I lose myself, within this Christmas game.

Nothing makes sense to me. I ask myself this because I am free.

Chains hold me back, arms hold me in, and I want to breathe air…

The air that I was promised, the air I want to breathe again!

 

What you going to get me this year? The same old crap.

I know you feel sorry for me, but I’m sick of this lap-after-lap.

You tell me you love me, but you don’t mean it.

If you meant it you wouldn’t leave me out in the cold.

On the streets alone, nothing with me, but a cell phone.

You give me a bath, when I was younger, I feel like a laugh.

You don’t know me at all. Why do you leave me behind?

You treat like I’m your final find. And I hold you all back…

I let it all out, I scream my heart out!

Just hear me out…

 

Mummy, I gave you this present on behalf of me.

Daddy, I talk to you like this because you don’t see me.

Look at this, a ring on my wrist, feels more like something else…

Behind this. Behind this, I hide all the pain, all I gain, again and again.

I lose myself, I lose myself, within this Christmas game.

Nothing makes sense to me. I ask myself this because I am free.

Chains hold me back, arms hold me in, and I want to breathe air…

The air that I was promised, the air I want to breathe again!

 

Daddy, look what you got me? It’s a sports car, Daddy…

Mummy, look what you gave me, it’s a burn mark, Stacy.

Look what you did to me… do you feel so happy?

I don’t even know why I trusted you in the first place.

As a baby, I forced to comply, to follow orders.

As a baby, I learnt lots of things, and how to carve this on rings. (Fuck you)

Look what you did to me… look what you did to me…

It’s the season to be giving! But I’m not giving you shit!

So come out with it, I can’t hide it, I’m dying just to know it.

Just show it, don’t throw it, I’m dying here and there.

I’m giving up my own air, look at you, you dirty fucks, holding me back with rubber ducks.

What is this? Why have you given me the worst Christmas of them all…?

Do you hate me? Am I going to be late again? Are you going to kill me?

Or, shall I end it instead…?

 

Merry Christmas to them all…

Merry Christmas to them all…

 

- Written By: Jessica J

- Lyrics By: Jessica J

- Editing: Luke J.R

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