Santa Please

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Can't you see that I'm sick of this?

Chances are you're oblivious

To how I feel, Sitting on your throne

And I'm sure that I'm not alone,

not alone, not alone

Tell me please, who the **** did you want me to be?

Was it something that I couldn't see?

Never knew this would be so political

And please, I'm still wearing this miserable skin

And it's starting to tear from within

But it's obvious that doesn't bother you

So please

I didn't think that you'd sell me out

Now I know what you're all about

You might feel in control of things

But you're not holding all the strings,

all the strings, all the strings...

Tell me please, who the **** did you want me to be?

Was it something that I couldn't see?

Never knew this would be so political

And please, I'm still wearing this miserable skin

And it's starting to tear from within

But it's obvious that doesn't matter to you

I swallowed all your answers;

I've swallowed all my pride

You've used up all your chances,

To keep this all inside

Tell me please, who the **** did you want me to be?

Was it something that I couldn't see?

Never knew this would be so political

And please, I'm still wearing this miserable skin

And it's starting to tear from within

But it's obvious that doesn't bother you

So please, don't keep telling me that it's okay

I don't buy all the **** that you say

And quite honestly I'm ****ing sick of it

So please, if I cut off this nose from my face

Then I wouldn't feel so out of place

But it still wouldn't be quite enough for you,

So please

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