Merely half an hour,
the clock is counting down.
Please help me to smile,
get rid of this frown.

This year I wanna make,
the best of what I've got.
I'm tired of waiting for you,
and being who I'm not.

It's time to look up,
and see the world around.
Instead of looking down,
and staring at the ground.

Baby this year,
it's gonna be the best.
Boy without you,
I'm cleaning up the mess.

I'm tired of being stabbed,
in the back all the time.
People torturing my heart,
here's some news : it's mine.

The past sixteen years,
no, they haven't been the best.
But I'm turning a new leaf,
and cleaning up the mess.

I want to be happy,
truely for a while.
To feel that I could fly,
or run for 100 miles.

All I ask from you,
each one of my friends.
Is give this new me a chance,
don't let it be the end.

I want to be someone,
who I burried far away.
This sixteenth year,
she will see the light of day.

She's hidden below the surface,
but don't you understand?
She was only there because,
of all the hatefull men.

I'm getting to know me,
what's truely honestly there.
The reasons for my actions,
truth behind every tear.

I'm entering the world,
with some new plans.
I'm learning about myself,
savouring every moment I can.

This year is about me,
the one who truely matters.
It's about mending my heart,
fixing every shatter.

So for this sixteen year,
my wish remains the same.
But this is a new girl,
with a brand new game.