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.