Count down the clock to the new year Four, three, two, one, it's finally here Kiss your loved ones to celebrate at midnight A toast, raise your glass to new heights Write down your resolutions to remember Believe in yourself, this year will be better
In our own little province We have our own dialect And we have our own way of saying of Happy new year It goes like this veul haail en zegen in t nijjoar Litterly we say Much salvation and blessing in the new year And so I wish for everyone A better year than your past years
i pretend that it doesn't hurt that tears dont drip down my cheeks too that i dont hold my face in my hands and weep while i wish for a better life i hurt too but i'd never let you know when my world falls i keep it to myself because no one can save me from the destruction inside of me and i smile because i know that it's easier to say 'im fine' instead of 'i want to die' i hurt too but i'd never let you know how much my my mom just wants me to be okay yet she doesnt have a clue of how much her words slice through my skin and make me bleed apart of my chaos too and i smile because no one can save me from the destruction inside of me from the ache in my heart from the gun in my hand im the only person that handle my monsters and im honestly losing this war but i'd never let you know
Toast By the toaster I stand and I wait. Both eyes open but barely awake. Patiently I listen for that familiar pop. Out comes my bread so toasted and hot. Dry and thin with a light crispy crust. A thin veil of butter that melts to the touch. A kiss of marmalade but not too much.