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It is a new year. It is a dark day. I should be happy, to be in such good grace. Take a walk through the town, don't let emotions show. I'd rather get tortured, rather get broken bones. And to think I have wasted all that time, to not speak up to the girl that was on my mind. Start a resolution, start a new slate, change some meanings, rearrange fate. Get a new look, the old one's over. Maybe a new view, on how far I'd go just for her. And to think I sat in the audience all the time, when I could be on stage getting the girl in my arms and out of my mind. And to think I could have done something months ago, so I wouldn't be here this day alone. It's easier to think than to act, and it's hard to know how someone will react. And to think I was so obsessed, with the hope I lacked. And with the 'ands' I rant on… and memories of old and gone, and with her I'd press on, for new memories of old and gone. And to think I could have done something years ago, so I wouldn't spend the next night alone. It's easier to fail when you don't try, and it's easier to die when you don't try. And to think I wasn't so obsessed, with getting her reply. |