12:48 New Year’s Day 2023

The songs that I sung are forgotten, and the mirror's reflection grows late

And all the phones with my face have become obsolete

No one knows my name at the gates

When my footprints cannot be distinguished from the

Captors or tyrants or slaves, and no one recalls any jokes I've told

The I loves you's have always been in fade, and the kindness I offered means nothing

When my goals finally never were met, that's when

I'll smolder like paper, and my smoke's gonna rise above the regret

I'll not be frightened of failure when it's certain I've no chance to take

I'll not be concerned of dying when I've lived up to the best I could make

I expected the loneliness, hate, and betrayal, because it's all I've ever known