Each day of December is one spent waiting
for something new to come along
and compensate for the year I've had.

Here comes another year,
but right now we're all taking shots,
and kissing people we won't remember tomorrow.
As the clock strikes midnight,
everyone in the room is glowing.
Hopes and dreams are renewed again,
but all I can do is reflect on 365 days I failed.

Happy new year,
all the people I love are excited to begin again.
But today is just another day to me,
another day of December.

It's hard to celebrate new beginnings
when every day is spent waiting for one.
If you need me, I'll be in December
still trying to salvage what I left there.