Christmas presents wrapped,
in ribbons and bows,
with no place to go,
no place to go.
Lips at the pucker,
with no others to kiss,
how can it be like this,
be like this?
Another Christmas
of wondering why,
we all have to die,
have to die.
Make this one merry,
you powers to be,
bring my loved one
back to me,
bring her back.
