
I Didn't Ask For This
*(Verse 1)* Ooohhh whose that big box for? It's mines! What could it be Did I finally get something cool? I'm so excited, what could it be? I rip the paper, my heart ignites, But inside that box, my future bites. A useless microwave, shiny and new, Oh, Betsy doesn't know me, she hasn't a clue. *(Chorus)* I didn't ask for this, I scream to the night, Wrapped in disappointment, a gift full of spite. You think you know me, but you’re so far away, My name’s Kevin B, but inside I’m Creepy Claude today! These cursed relatives, they never listen to me, Just another useless microwave, can’t you see? *(Verse 2)* I had one already, it served me just fine, Yet here comes the burden, a gift so malign. Throwing shadows on my holiday cheer, Every shiny face, so oblivious to my fear. Thoughtless gestures wrapped tight in despair, I’m screaming inside but no one seems to care. *(Chorus)* I didn't ask for this, I scream to the night, Wrapped in disappointment, a gift full of spite. You think you know me, but you’re so far away, My name’s Kevin B, but inside I’m Creepy Claude today! These cursed relatives, they never listen to me, Just another useless microwave, can’t you see? *(Bridge)* Heartbreak churning like food in that box, A prison of metal, my reality blocks. No warmth in the gift, just a cold, lifeless shell, I’m trapped in this nightmare, I’m lost in this hell. A voice in the shadows, it echoes my name, Creepy Claude whispers, "You’re destined for blame." *(Verse 3)* So I’ll take this curse and wear it like chains, Let the bitterness seep through my veins. With every beep and every flashing light, A reminder of darkness that tarnishes my fight. No connection, no love, just the gift of despair, These thoughtless gestures, they strip me bare. *(Chorus)* I didn't ask for this, I scream to the night, Wrapped in disappointment, a gift full of spite. You think you know me, but you’re so far away, My name’s Kevin B, but inside I’m Creepy Claude today! These cursed relatives, they never listen to me, Just another useless microwave, can’t you see? *(Outro)* So here I am, boxed in this fate, Wrapped in the silence, this muted hate. I’ll rise from the ashes, I’ll carve my own way, No more useless gifts on this cold Christmas day. Kevin B's my name, but there’s a storm in my heart, Creepy Claude’s the shadow where I’ll make my dark art.

