Origami Angel - Juultide Carol

Every time this season season comes around
I feel so low
And helplessly alone
I'm trapped inside this freezin' home

No one wants to be with me
There's nowhere else to go
But body in my bed
Just make my heart so cold

So if you don't get something from me
I'm 'probly running low on money
And if you're kind enough to fund me
The perfect gift would be a trip to Orlando

'Cause I just wanna go
Somewhere it never snows
Somewhere I'll be alone

But every Christmas Eve
All I wanna do is leave
And nobody could ever make me complete
When the snow turns to sleet
And there's nothing to eat
And I don't even believe in god

I don't even believe in god
I don't even believe in god
I don't even believe in god
I don't even believe in god
And she doesn't believe in me
I don't even believe in god
And she doesn't believe in me