Screw fucking new years
I finished all the beers
Worst year, lost a few friends
My heart‘s still on the mend
Maybe this one will be better
Hope for better weather
She’s gone, new months might bring another one
Could be love or I could be staring into the barrel of a gun
Failed an exam, new scars, lost hope
Now it’s time to climb back up that rope
Sometimes I want to break free
To a place where I can be me
I really don’t want to be here
But everything’ll be better next year
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