Last year is past dear, and hopefully it will remain there; at least some parts.
Last year is past dear, and part of me is missing, but I'm glad it's gone
Because without that part, another lives on, in a life much easier
And I love on, knowing that I really did make a difference.
Last year is past dear, and another part is gone, one that will remain that way
Because I don't need it anymore, and he didn't deserve it anyway.
Now that I think about it, he didn't either.
Last year is past dear, but some parts remain.
The family I have, the friends that I've gained.
These I hope to keep for many a year to come,
But they are the remnants of a year I'm glad is gone
Because this, my dear, will be my year
If only I can take it step by step, bit by bit.
That seems to be how You want it.
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