Oh, golden boy, don't act like you were kind
You were mine but you were awful every time
So don't tell them what you told me
Don't hold me like you know me
I would rather burn forever

But you should know that I died slow
Running through the halls of your haunted home
And the toughest part is that we both know
What happened to you
Why you're out on your own
Merry Christmas, please don't call