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Usually I would write a summary of the year that ended
and then the things I expected to happen on the new one
how naive, how selfish
and commonplace

I haven't lost weight
not that you care
and while I'm smoking much less
I still am
and I'm still the same

Some days I think about her and write about it
and then the things I expect from life
how true, how painful
and senseless

But then there are the days when it rains
when I'm alone
a rain that never ends
my decadently depressive deluge

There's someone knocking at the door
I know it's time to close the blinds
funny how I expect all this water
pouring from the heavens
to wash my sins away

I haven't changed my ways
not that you care
and while I'm smoking much less
I still am
and I'm still the same