There was once
A loving, trusting, lonely boy
He fell in a hopeless love
And thought he finally had a place in the world.
He did everything he could for his love
And thought he solved every mystery there was to solve
He never knew, never suspected what was coming
For he thought he\'d finally found something
Something beautiful and new
Something he thought would blossom and bloom
Oh, his heart was giant and caring, yes
But was fragile, and oblivious to threats
His love was all he could talk about
To all his fake, backstabbing friends
They lied, saying that they were happy for him, that it\'d all work out
But behind his back, whispered quite the opposite
The boy, not coming to his sense, continued happily along
Not seeing through the ruse, the wrong
Because the \"happy\" little boy had everything... right?
Wrong, that\'s what he thought, but was too naive
To see
What was really shown in the dim light
And when he finally saw, and it all ended
On a cold day just a week before Christmas
It was like the boy died, and he lost it, trying to comprehend
Why he\'d lost yet another person he loved in a confusing mess
He thought everything was perfect
That it was all worth it
Only to be left drowning in his own dust and sorrow
Wondering how he\'ll continue tomorrow
And just when he needed his \"friends\" the most
They gave him dry unconvincing reassurances
And the little boy became something of a ghost
Never entirely there, and eternal haunt, always making comparisons
Of other people\'s picture-perfect lives
To his own shitty broken one
Because there he was, choking on his cries
While everyone else smiled like they\'d won
All because he didn\'t see the truth in time
All because he\'d thought everything was fine
But the truth was, his fragile giant heart
Was bound to break into a million parts
After that chilly day turned into weeks, months, years
Ans the boy grew into a broken young man who still fears
Loving or trusting again
To finally find one true friend
No, because that scared, cracked little boy he was
That chilly week before Christmas
Is still a part of him today, because
He lost everything that fateful day
And was left to try and pick up the pieces
Of his broken heart and soul
He still remembers fracturing, and the long seasons
Of never-ending pain, feeling cold
Regretting how naive and fragile
He was, and how
He\'d let himself think he had something wonderful and magical
When he had nothing the whole time
And that realization iced his passionate flame
And broke his fragile being
No, he\'s no longer sane
He can\'t be, can he?
Gee Merry Christmas to me - I mean, he.