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    Worth Holding On Too Chapter 23

    Now I hope you’re happy with yourself,
    ’Cause I’m not laughing
    Don’t you think it’s kind of crappy
    What you did this holiday?
    When I gave you my heart,
    You ripped it apart
    Like wrapping paper trash
    So I wrote you a song,
    Hope that you sing along
    And it goes,
    ”Merry Christmas, kiss my ass!”

    They say I’m losing my mind,
    I thought that for a while,
    I tear down decorations
    They remind me of your smile.
    I hate that mistletoe,
    It makes me think of our first kiss,
    You bit my lip, you pulled me close,
    And then you taught me how to quit.

    Now I hope you’re happy with yourself,
    ’Cause I’m not laughing
    Don’t you think it’s kind of crappy
    What you did this holiday?
    When I gave you my heart,
    You ripped it apart
    Like wrapping paper trash.
    So I wrote you a song,
    Hope that you sing along,
    And it goes,
    ”Merry Christmas, kiss my ass”

    So sick of calling,
    You won’t telephone me,
    No, fuck you prick, I’m going out.
    I gave you my all,
    But our love hit a wall, now,
    I’m jingle belling,
    And everyone’s yelling,
    We’ll drink ’til the bars shut us down.

    Ain’t that just what Christmas is all about?

    And I hope, hope you’re happy with yourself,
    ’Cause I’m not laughing, (not laughing)
    Don’t you think it’s so damn trashy
    What you did this holiday?
    (So trashy)
    I gave you my heart, (heart)
    You ripped it apart
    Like the wrapping paper trash (wrapping paper trash)
    So I wrote you a song,
    Hope that you sing along,
    Here it goes,
    ”Merry Christmas, (dick), kiss my ass.”

    Everyone was laughing and clapping.
    “Oh my god…She’s in trouble do you hear all that swearing” Mason said
    “I think you’ll find that’s why Jess is hiding behind a drum kit, Mama’s face would distract her” Lisa laughed
    “Jess wrote this…” Carmen laughed
    “What gave you that idea I wonder” Bette smirked “The bitchness…the attitude”
    “I fucking love it” Andrew said
    Jess got up from behind the drums and lifted her guitar, she high fived Mark.
    “Ladies and gentleman Mark is our new lead vocalist….JUST KIDDING!” Jess smiled
    “So is everyone having a good time?” Jace asked whilst Jess got sorted with her guitar
    “Were glad…unfortunately this is the last song for the evening…but don’t panic well all be hanging around to sign and get some photos…So this last song were going to perform is our brand new single and will be released in January…this is our first time playing it and we would like to dedicate this song to my beautiful fiancée Carmen” Jess smiled “This is called Thinking Out Loud”
    “I want this all filmed please” Tina instructed “Carmen’s face everything but don’t be obvious”
    Jess took a deep breath before strumming, She locked eyes with Carmen and kept them there the full song.

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