I’ve been a good girl this year
I tried my best at a lot of things
Even to my sisters, I’ve been sincere
Sometimes, I just want to fly with my wings
I’m asking for one thing this time
I do not want dolls or even toys
Or gross stuff covered with slime
I’m not even going to ask for a few cute boys
Santa, I’ve change I’m now sixteen
And still yet to manage to have no life
To some I’m weird or just plain mean
Sometimes I really do wish I had used that knife
I’m home every single Friday night
Even throughout the entire weekend
I just do not see this as right
Santa, I’m not asking for much, maybe just a friend
I’m sick of my life, and I want something new
I don’t want to change my style
But I will if I have to
Santa, I want to go a day without my fake smile
I’m tired of my family always telling me I’m nothing
Yet continuing to act like I’m okay
Santa, I just want to something
Or maybe a world, not so gray
Maybe just a helping hand
Or even a friend and such
Santa, I’ll understand
If what I’m asking for is too much
