Big, fat Santa bounded through my halls;
He made everything shake, even the walls.
He ate all my cookies,
Drank all my milk;
He had heavy boots,
And a coat made of silk.
Over his back he carried the toys;
Some of them, a lot of them, even made noise.
He smelled like fresh, tobacco smoke;
He gave my favorite tree an irritated poke.
A grumpy look came upon his face;
This guy is crazy, and I bet he carries a mace.
He reached into his bag, so I thought for gold,
But out he pulled, a big lump of coal.
With an angry look, he set it down with ease;
Then walked up to my chimney, and squeezed his nose.
I'll never forget the obese man in red;
I'll hate him forever, until the day I am dead.
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
Whatever happened to us when did we end?
How long ago did I consider you a friend?
<To hold you close to having you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whisperin
I don't get how you can't see
All the things you did to me.
If only you knew
The Years have passed by,
In the blink of an eye,
Moments of sadness,
And
You were like the sun who brought light
Into my cold, dark, and lifeless night.
Y
Life is like an old house; it gets used,
worn-out and old.
Then it's time to move
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
