Tears are precious and I had shed an ocean of them,
I lost a treasure far more expensive then Blue Moon (The Diamond);
I wasted my cup of youth in mourning for devil,
My love was eternal deserved by divine only;
Fool I had been giving out love, hope, and happiness,
What they deserve is metal, paper and stones;
Oh! Sorry, they call it currency, gold and gems,
And I kept fooling myself looking for real friend;
Oh Santa! This year do not bring peace, happiness and health,
Give this world lots of tobacco, liquor and drugs along with wealth. 
