From My Brain to Yours

another year gone and it’s more of the same it’s passing me by, though it all seems a shame that i’ve changed and i’ve grown, but have nothing to show there’s no picture to put in my frame another year’s starting; i know what’s in store, what is coming— i know that i’ve been here before but i’m new now, i’ll do what is meant to be done i can handle a little bit more another day waking, another day spent another day borrowed, another day lent another day saved, that i’ll face when i’m brave in the calendar i’ll make a dent another year gone, i don’t know what it means another year’s starting, the slate has been cleaned but another day more is the same as before, or at least just the same as it seems.