Another holiday, another day,
Walking down life\'s hallway.
No one to see,
Nowhere to go.
I make my plea,
Echoing over snow.
Phone quiet,
Steady diet,
Of isolation,
Bitter desolation.
Hard not to hate,
Can\'t even get a date.
No knocks upon my door,
Only me walking the floor.
No tree or lights,
Lonely, quiet nights.
Nah, don\'t feel merry at all,
Life is just lazy and banal.