On the first day of Christmas my true feels gave to me
A stab in the back

On the second day of Christmas my true feels told to me
Two things to learn, and a stab in the back

On the third of Christmas my true feels made me say
Three pictures to burn, two things to learn
And a stab in the back

On the fourth day of Christmas my true feels let me go
Four promises, three pictures to burn, two things to learn
And a stab in the back

I want something for Christmas
All the presents and all the bless
But I never wanted anything like this
Anything like four promises
Three pictures to burn, two things to learn
A stab in a back and I have a lack of senses

On the fifth day of Christmas my girlfriend gave to me
Five reasons she hates me

On the sixth day of Christmas my tired mind made me hear
Six imaginations, and five reasons she hates me

On the seventh day of Christmas, my dreams were hard to be
Seven consequences, six imaginations, and five reasons she hates me

On the eighth day of Christmas, my friends cheered me up from
Eight paranoia, seven consequences, six imaginations
And five reasons she hates me

I want something for Christmas
All the presents and all the bless
But I never wanted anything like this
Anything like eight paranoia
Seven consequences, six imaginations
And five reasons she hates me

On the ninth day of Christmas, my father told to me
Nine ways to feel better

On the tenth day of Christmas, my family were screaming at me
Ten swearing words, but nine ways to feel better

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my misfortune brought to me
Eleven teardrops, ten swearing words, but nine ways to feel better

One the last day of Christmas, my ex-girlfriend brought to me
Twelve apologies, eleven teardrops, but ten swearing words
And nine ways to feel better

I want something for Christmas
All the presents and all the bless
It's coming down to something finally
With a stab in the back, two things to learn
Three pictures to burn, four promises
Five reasons she hates me, six imaginations
Seven consequences, eight paranoia
Nine ways to feel better, ten swearing words
Eleven teardrops, twelve apologies
And a blissful Christmas