The clock struck twelve, the echoes it rang,
Champagne-soaked dreams, like a twisted boomerang,
Fists raised high, but the glitter falls low,
Drowning in shadows where the lost souls flow.
A haze of regret, like a poison in the air,
As I stumble through memories, that lead me to despair.
Oh, day after New Years, the dawn’s bitter light,
Woke up beside a stranger, feels like a death fight.
With the taste of betrayal, like ash in my mouth,
Can’t remember the rapture, but I’m lost in the south.
Where did the magic go? What happened after the spark?
As the ghosts of my choices whisper deep in the dark.
Her hair like a tempest, a storm I can't claim,
With eyes like black mirrors reflecting my shame.
She slips through my fingers, a phantom in night,
The warmth of her body, but it don’t feel right.
A bottle of laughter now shattered on the floor,
Each piece tells the story of what I can’t ignore.
Oh, day after New Years, the dawn’s bitter light,
Woke up beside a stranger, feels like a death fight.
With the taste of betrayal, like ash in my mouth,
Can’t remember the rapture, but I’m lost in the south.
Where did the magic go? What happened after the spark?
As the ghosts of my choices whisper deep in the dark.
Fading like the fireworks, the colors bleed away,
A canvas of confusion, painted in shades of gray.
My heart's a broken record, spinning tales of the past,
Hoping my love’s still waiting, my fortress built to last.
With every pulse of regret, echoes of her sweet face,
I search for redemption in this cold, empty space.
As the sun breaks the silence, a new day on the rise,
I claw through the ruins of last night’s twisted lies.
The phone's buzzing softly, a lifeline in despair,
Is it her voice I hear? Will she still care?
Or am I trapped in a nightmare, a web of my own?
As I wander through shadows of the life I’d outgrown.
Oh, day after New Years, the dawn’s bitter light,
Woke up beside a stranger, feels like a death fight.
With the taste of betrayal, like ash in my mouth,
Can’t remember the rapture, but I’m lost in the south.
Where did the magic go? What happened after the spark?
As the ghosts of my choices whisper deep in the dark.
So I raise up a glass to the lessons I’ve learned,
To the fires of the past, and the bridges I’ve burned.
On this day after New Years, I’ll fight to be free,
In the ashes of my choices, I’ll reclaim the lost me.
As the dawn holds my heart, with its whispering spark,
I’ll step into the light, binding hope in the dark.
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