by Taylor Valentine

Created on: January 01, 2009

When I wake up tommorow

The year will be gone

The memories fading, so fast

Time is running oh so quick

Like it's going out of style

This is it, I can't breath

I can't hold onto it

I watch it go, time is gone

The clock strikes midnight

Because it thinks this is a joke

But this is your life

And one minute at a time

You're dying

But we're dancing and laughing

Because this is the way

That humans tolerate deterioration

We drink, and we avoid the inevitable

We smile, and we brush off the future

We have obsession with youth

Yet we welcome the New Year

It's so ironic that the new year

Actually makes you a year older

But we see it not as the speeding of time

But as the welcoming of opportunity

I see it as a party of death

So play the record and ring in the new year

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