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N.Y.D

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I awake blinking in the light of a new day

That cold winter sun is here to stay

Hand over my eyes, I turn away

Away from the reset of the new year's day

How do you all do it? Strive to change so much

Try and try with little to no luck

It's hard to find that drive

As the decor comes down,

It’s hard to find the drive as the cold surrounds


I'm supposed to start afresh, a clean slate they say

But alas, nothing changes, I still feel the same

At least I didn't die, I'm a little older

But at the same time I feel a little colder on New Year's day, New Year's day

Sleep till the afternoon on new year's day

A great start to the year, sleep your life away

And then blame it on the drink or the party yesterday

But I hardly drink, and I'm not the party type

I don’t know enough people to be the party type

Even better, start the new year with a lie

At this point I’m not even gonna ask myself why

I keep lying to myself, tell myself that I’m fine

When I know that I’m not and I keep towing the line

Of faking a smile to keep your mind and your questions at bay

So I can run from my problems for just another day


So I did the only thing, the only thing I knew

It's the one and only thing that I knew how to do

A paper pad, a pen, and these thoughts in my head

Get them out on the page, they won't control me again

I'll keep telling myself that, but I know the truth

And the truth is that I just don't know what to do

It's a song that I’ve written time and time again

Never ending, never resting, can you help me friend?

Locked in a battle with my fears, fallen from grace

My mind’s a war zone, save me from this place

This place in my head that is the worst of me

And it’s the very last place that I would ever want to be

But no matter what I try it won’t let me be free

I’m looking out of the window and dark is all I can see

I’m in a hall of mirrors and I can’t find the real me

Warped perceptions in the dark is all I see


Then I feel a hand grip mine and it begins to clear

A solitary touch that destroys my fear

A bolt of light from the dark, antidote to the pain

A spark in my heart, sunlight through the rain

I grip the hand tight and now it’s clear as day

You don't define me and I know that sounds cliché

But I was made to love and I was made to laugh

Bet your bottom dollar that I'm gonna do just that

So I won't give up yet, I have so much more to offer

I’m not dead yet, put away the coffin

My head, it can make me feel like this day after day

But if it can create these feelings, it can send them away

There'll be times where it lays into me and gives me hell

But whether I like it or not, this is the hand I've been dealt

I'm gonna play that hand to the best of my ability

Because eventually I will win, and maybe I'll be free

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