New year's coming and I'm a nervous wreck
I'm not nervous because of my goals or plans or the impending morning
I'm nervous because I might miss the person that broke me this year
Made a promise to myself to leave them behind and carry on with my life
Because keeping them close felt like being stabbed with a knife
Set a goal to keep my mental health in check
And keeping them close feels like it's being attacked
Loving them isn't something I'll regret or cherish either
It's just something I'll classify as experience is the greatest teacher