He Wont Love You Back

That feeling you get, on a Christmas Eve night
You wish and pray, that your morning is white
Ice on the trees, snow covers the ground
You want a white Christmas, but it never is found

In the season of summer, you work everyday
You get a day off, cross your fingers a pray
Not once have you gone, to the beach this year
But your only day off, rain hits your ear

The feeling you get, when Holdem is played
Your poker face strong, you wait for the trade
But low and behold, the cards that you get
Just put your earning, away for a debt

A white Christmas is not, the true meaning here
Or praying for sun, and the rain that you fear
It's not about winning, a stupid card game
Its about love, and burning red flame

You try your best, to please this boy
The outcome you get, another dark ploy
You pray, wish, and yearn, his love is the same
The outcome however, burns out your flame