I hear the banging of the fireworks
The honking of the horns
The hope of a better tomorrow
Yet, I feel, as lonely as I did a minute ago
The way I see it, a new year is kind of ironic
It's supposedly new hope, a second chance
Yet, you had 365 chances to be great
But we take that for granted, don't we?
"What is it about a new year that is worth celebrating?
How is it different from any other day?"
Is what I would say if I were still as bitter as I was
What I've come to realize? Once you've been hurt, you yearn hope
The beauty of hope is that it is abstract
It is the emotion that keeps us all alive
So, I guess, keep lighting up fireworks
And hope for a better tomorrow
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 12:06 PM UTC
I hear the banging of the fireworks
The honking of the horns
The hope of a better tomorrow
Yet, I feel, as lonely as I did a minute ago
The way I see it, a new year is kind of ironic
It's supposedly new hope, a second chance
Yet, you had 365 chances to be great
But we take that for granted, don't we?
"What is it about a new year that is worth celebrating?
How is it different from any other day?"
Is what I would say if I were still as bitter as I was
What I've come to realize? Once you've been hurt, you yearn hope
The beauty of hope is that it is abstract
It is the emotion that keeps us all alive
So, I guess, keep lighting up fireworks
And hope for a better tomorrow