We wait with anticipation
As the clock strikes closer to 12
We wait with desperation
As we go over this last year with our selves
And as we go through the year 2008
We start to point out what we want to be past hate
And thats when we start making promises to ourselves
That we know we cant keep
Like "I'll try to be nicer."
Or "I wont be such a creep."
Then the clock strikes
You raise your glass for a toast
But I raise up out of my seat
Call you out on your hoist
I call you a 'child abuser'
A 'pervert' and a 'lier'
And watch your eyes go wide
As I hang you even higher
In front of all who care to see
This is my Happy New Year from you
To me
