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wishlist of wounds - maeve noiré lyrics

december’s at my door again
wrapping paper on the floor again
everyone is asking what i want this year—
but gifts don’t fix the things i fear
stockings hanging like they’re waiting
but i’m stuck between what’s real and faking
a child in me still hides behind
the silent things i never got in time

i don’t want ribbons
i don’t want gold—
i want the nights
that n0body holds
under the lights
i learned how to freeze—
smiling for pictures
no one could see

santa, i don’t want a thing this year…
just stitch the wounds they left right here
fix the parts they broke in me
the onеs i hide so n0body sees
i don’t need magic, i don’t need snow—
just give me back what i lost long ago
writе it down in the dark where the truth blooms—
all i ever had was a wishlist of wounds
i ask for something simple each year
not toys, not joy—just a note sincere
a handwritten letter with my name on the page
a little softness for the child in my age
but every december, it’s the same routine—
i wait for a moment that’s never been seen
they call it wishing, they call it belief—
but how do you trust when you get no relief?

i don’t want laughter
forced on my lips—
i want the moments
i never lived
under the tinsel
i still feel small—
trying to breathe
through it all, through it all

santa, i don’t want a thing this year…
just stitch the wounds they left right here
fix the parts they broke in me
the ones i hide so n0body sees
i don’t need magic, i don’t need snow—
just give me back what i lost long ago
write it down in the dark where the truth blooms—
all i ever had was a wishlist of wounds
if healing came wrapped up in bows
i’d open it slow… i’d open it slow
but winter keeps pulling the scars that i know
so i whisper my wishes to the cold

santa, won’t you listen…?
please… won’t you listen?
santa… santa… i am calling out
every single year
i ask you for one thing—
a handwritten letter
just something small to bring
but you never send it
not once in my life—
just silence wrapped up
in a bow of goodbye
santa… santa…
won’t you listen now?

what’s the point of telling you what i want
when you won’t give me what i want?
it’s the same every christmas
the same quiet doubt—
i ask you for a letter
and you still leave me out
too much of their time
too much to care—
too much to answer
a wish hanging in air
so i stop dreaming
let the hope unwind—
even the smallest things
are too much to find
santa, i don’t want the world this year—
just mend the places memory seared
hold the child i used to be
the one who prayed for company
don’t send me glitter, don’t send me cheer—
just take the weight i’ve carried for years
signed in a heart that never quite bloomed—
yours
from the one with a wishlist of wounds

- maeve noire lyrics

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