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This is Pointless (Slightly Explicit)

This is pointless.
The tree is up
But not just any tree though
No, one that we put up
That's as fake as that one girl,
The one girl that gets plastic surgery
Then puts on too much makeup
Just because she thinks she isn't pretty, Even though we knew she was before.

This is pointless.
The ornaments are hung
Not just silly plastic or painted shapes
No, silly plastic or painted shapes that tell of a moment in our lives,
Tell us of a loved one
Tell us of an accomplishment or passion,
Just because of how they're made
Just because of who gave them.

This is pointless.
The family is here
Not just any family though
No, family that will sit there,
That will criticize you any normal day,
But just because its one day of the year
Suddenly everything is sugar candy sweet that comes from their mouths,
Suddenly everything is supposed to not matter
Just because its the holidays,
Even though they're a bitch any odd day.

This is pointless.
The day is here
Not just any day though
No, its December 25th now,
You have to bottle up anything you feel;
Have to have a big gigantic smile,
Say you feel jolly and excited,
Ready to open up presents
Under the fake tree
Dressed in plastic shapes
Forced with people that put you down
That is christmas,
That is pointless.