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.