January first is not my new year, i've changed nothing since hours before; jaded, drunk and unsatisfied with the direction of my life. I was left hopelessly obedient to the same old shit routine and the same friends who berried me.
June the second, the day it became real
i've changed so much since that audeal
my head is a mess again
my life is a life again
the sun revived me until next year when i start again
one more year 'til i leave this place again
one more year 'til i leave these friends again