Bah Humbug

Bah Humbug

Christmas won't be the same this year
Or any year to follow
Now that you are no longer around
My life is simply just hollow

The tradition of opening our pressies
Both together, sat next to mum
Is never again going to happen
And this thought is making me glum

I can't be bothered to put up my tree
Or put decorations up
Let's be honest, I'm Scrooge the miser
Cause I really dont give a fcuk

But I'll have to just grin and bear it
As I've done ever since you died
And get through the Christmas bullshit
To get through to the other side

Perhaps when I get to the new year
I'll be able to start a fresh slate
But it's hard to imagine such a thing
When I'm not really feeling that great

Merry Christmas my arse