Better Next Year

I had hoped i'd feel better by now

Close my eyes through the summer somehow

And now that autumn's here

I'm afraid my biggest fear as followed me this trip around the sun

I still feel pretty awful but doesn't that sound boring

This crocodile is still full of tears

So i hold down with white knuckles and tell myself to buckle in

Cause baby I'll feel better next year

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I had hoped I'd be cured by the fall

My misery, a memory to recall

With buckets full of wisdom

I'd reminisce the prison that I broke free from, oh so long

I'd go on to give speeches to children and their teacher

About being kinder to yourself

But then i'd be a lie

Cause there's no one that's kinder than me to myself

All year

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