What's the point of loving,
When you have nothing to give?
Because I already know, myself is the only person I'll be hugging,
All alone, on this Christmas.
I've always hid in the crowds,
Too afraid to shed my light.
Always the boy with his head down,
The boy filled with fright.
I've let the demons beat me to death,
Because I just felt like not trying anymore.
I just wanted to finally rest,
There's always next year, to do better than before.
In the end, i'm just a kid with big hopes and unrealistic dreams,
Always played off as a decoy.
Knowing that I'm too weak,
To make a difference in this world, because I'm just another small town boy.