It used to be a day of celebration
It used to be a day of expectations
You danced naked before the tree
So everyone could see
How much you had grown
But you only grew older
But you only grew smaller
I only saw you slipping away
And the tree is now dead anyway
Is it any better than me?
I can’t believe you did this
I can’t believe this is you
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