It′s seconds before the new years,

No clouds to block your forward vision.

Everything's how it appears;

You′ve f****d your nut with friends under boundless conditions!

Seconds later,

Unfortunately it clicks,

Promises made,

Boxes to tick.

Clean slate only means you're doing the s**t you

Sthifled on the last one.

Now you know the truth you hide in fear of this confession.

Hide behind the drugs you take and run the wrong direction.

All the plans you break you made at will to you discretion,

Just wait will it blows!

Plans,

It depends what they're made from

And,

If they′re made from the strong stuff

We,

Can be man onde depends on

Or,

Become undone by the same bluff

It′s,

Another road block my name's on

It′s,

Another plan made to go wrong

But,

I'll never quit while the days long

No,

Just wait until it blows...

The best laid plans of mice and men

Aft gan aglay.

Scribe my thoughts with bloody pen

And still find them washed away.

Wouldn′t mind my life with plans and some sense

For a least a day.

Or,

Just wait until it blows!

Seconds later...